<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/4495857-3660430-spoiler_zpszcif2ege.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Brown<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>The Spoiler<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Bat family<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:25<br/><strong>Location:</strong>| STAR labs |<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batwoman | Superboy | Nightwing | Deathstroke<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>The Spoiler suffers the wrath of Deathstroke's feared counter-attack. She retains a few injuries as she does her best to block and redirect his blows, failing. Spoiler racks up a couple bruised ribs, a minor concussion and a broken right arm. The pain is extraordinary. And she ends up on the ground beneath the villain. With the aid of Nightwing's smoke grenade, and the distractions from Superboy and Nightwing himself, she manages to crawl away from the fight and get back to her feet. Stephanie can hear the voice of Dick Grayson shouting orders. She doesn't know what manuever number five is, but she does know that she's supposed to be next to Batwoman. Favoring her arm, Spoiler approaches Batwoman, fighting back tears, trying to deal with the pain. Spoiler notices that Deathstroke is charging Batwoman. Spoiler doesn't know what to do. She's too injured to engage him again. She thinks of something at the last minute, just after he engages with Batwoman. Steph fires her grappling gun at Deathstrokes feet, hoping to tangle him up in the rope of her weapon. Steph immediately throws her grappling gun into the smoke, hoping that Superboy catches it. She leans against the wall, trying to stay awake.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>She had been far enough away, she thought. She was in a defensive position, she thought. There was no way that he could get the drop on her now. Not like this. she was wrong in every case. Deathstroke spotted her, as she had planned on him doing. But his next motion was too fast for her to react to. He was too fast to be human. Stephanie would have had her mind racing full of logical reasons as to how Deathstroke was not capable of covering that distance in one leap, how he could manage such power from such a graceful maneuver. How had she found herself in this spot, being charged and viciously assaulted by a man that was easily nine times more competent than her in every way. But she didn't have time to think. She had only had enough time to get her ass whooped into five different kinds of cream pie.<br/><br/>Steph had tried to avoid everyone of his strikes, she had seen a few of them coming. And she had good reflexes, but she was outmatched. Deathstroke had launched a full on offensive. Stephanie couldn't block four of his moves, she couldn't block three, she couldn't evade even two or one. Every one of them snuck through. She was a punching bag, a standing puppet to be knocked around. He was perfect, she was putty. The first one to come through her defenses was a powerful flying right side kick. Stephanie had tried to spin away from him, but he had arrived too quickly for her to stop it.<br/><br/>The kick landed against her left breast, and it had hurt like hell on the surface level of her sensitive chest, and on a deep level, positive that he had forced her heart to skip a beat as he bruised her rib on impact. It was instant, the next strike, as it flew in. A left footed swinging back kick. She was turned to her side, and she hadn't even seen it coming. The kick landed on its mark, even though Deathstroke had intended to knock her away. He had actually made contact with the back of her head. And the bells started to ring right away. Steph's eyes rolled up into the back of her head. She tried to stumble forward, but her legs failed her.<br/><br/>She fell down to her knees just in time to take his third shot. The promethium staff that Deathstroke had picked up in a fraction of a second was whizzing through the air, and Steph's vision was too blurry to see it. Steph had had her hands up to her head, instinctively protecting her face from another shot. this swinging staff bounced off of her right arm, halfway between her wrist and her elbow.<strong> &gt;CuhrAAck&lt;</strong>She could hear her Ulna bone snap from the impact of the heavy staff. Stephanie screamed in pain as the bone broke into two completely different pieces. She was blinded with pain, that ringing sensation that filled her ears, the sound of a traumatized nervous system exploding. The fourth shot had snuck under her arms, each shot that Deathstroke gave her had brought her closer and closer to the ground.<br/><br/>It was a jab, and it hit her on her left side, right under her breasts, and just above her gut. She could feel another rib shift from the pressure, and she moaned. Her legs were giving away from the pain, and she was only standing on her knees. Steph sunk lower, sitting on her ankles, her legs splayed out to the sides underneath her. This villain that had managed to reduce Stephanie into a screaming mess of blonde hair and purple tights wasn't quite finished yet. She had sustained some injury, but she was still conscious, and that didn't settle right in the masked man's eye. As the staff came swinging around for a final blow, Stephanie moved her arms out of the way, not interested in breaking her upper limbs any further. The weapon was aimed for her body anway, and she would have welcome a cracked rib over two broken arms. The last shot made solid contact, and it didn't bounce this time. Deathstroke had decided to follow through. Stephanie was lifted off of the ground a few inches, and forced flat onto her back as two more of her ribs reacted painfully with the sensation of nearly cracking from the blow.<br/><br/>She had been unloaded on five times, and she was in a full heap on the floor with four bruised ribs, a shattered Ulna in her right forearm, and a mild concussion that was starting to make her feel woozy as she laid on the ground. Steph was in too much pain to put together a real thought.<em>'Oh god!'</em>Her mind was alert, like a fire alarm going off, or the sound of a warning siren, as if a bomb was about to drop. She was afraid for her life, unable to tell what was going on around her anymore, in the same room with a man that was obviously capable of anything.<em>'It hurts so bad. What did I do wrong? Oh god!' </em>Stephanie wanted to believe that she was ready. Every step in this super hero game just ended up being painful and embarrassing for her. Deathstroke had made her look silly, what was worse, both of her teachers had been there to watch her take the beat down.<em>'Don't cry for help. Help yourself! Get up!' </em>Stephanie was on the fullest of alerts that her battered system could handle, and her survival instincts were kicking in. She was clutching her staff with her good left hand, and she was slowly crawling away from the fight.<br/><br/>A smoke bomb had gone off, which gave her the illusion of being invisible again. She didn't bother to reach for her belt. It was designed to be turned on by her right hand, and her left hand was full with her weapon. She was more interested in getting away and getting a visual on Deathstroke again before she bothered to contort to reach for her belt, or try to control her right arm. Half of her arm felt like it was melting off, as the pain receptors in the area were erupting with signals and poorly crossed wires like mad. Steph groaned, and moaned as she crawled. She felt safer with every little inch that she could get. Her body writhed across the floor, she was whining as quietly as possible. Deathstroke had attempted to take her out of the fight. And he had succeeded in almost every way.<br/><br/>Luckily, Superboy and Nightwing had distracted the big bad for long enough. So, Steph had had the opportunity to find her way to the wall. It wasn't the safest place that she could be. But it was the closest thing that she was going to find at the moment. She had heard Nightwing yelling something about 'manuever number five.' Stephanie had heard him make the announcement. But she was too concussed, and confused to remember what that formation was. "Batwoman and Spoiler, you're the robin..." Stephanie held her head in her hand, trying to get it to stop buzzing.<em>'Come on Dick, I don't know what that means.' </em>Stephanie thought to herself. She felt like she needed to do more. This was bad, she couldn't be the one to just lay down and give up on the fight. It wasn't in her, and she wasn't going to let everyone of her friends and allies think that she had fast turned in a quitter.<em> 'I'm not a wannabe anymore. You've gotta kep fighting, Steph c'mon!.'</em><br/><br/>In a snap decision, she had made a move to get to her feet. Dizzy from the head injury, she opened her eyes as wide as they would go. The blurriness of the world was going away. She could see Batwoman, and Spoiler was stumbling in that direction. She could hear gunfire go off, and she covered her face instinctually, as if protecting herself with her arm would have done anything to keep a bullet or five from killing her. Luckily, she had not been standing where Deathstroke had aimed the gun. Steph tried to get her eyes on the enemy, and she heard him before she could see him. He came bursting out of the smoke cloud and he was in direct sprint for Kate.<em>'Come on Steph. Do something. Batarangs don't work against this guy, and you can't fight him hand to hand.'</em>Stephanie was still hobbling toward Kate with her right arm hanging off to her side.<em>'Come on! Think! And don't just take another picture of him!' </em><br/><br/>Stephanie could hardly move, and she was trying to think of a way to keep Deathstroke from hurting Kate the same way that he had hurt her.<em>'I've got it.' </em>Stephanie reached across her body and drew the grappling gun from her side, raising it to aim at Deathstroke.<em>'His feet. Get his feet Steph.'</em>The big bad was engaged with her mentor. But that didn't stop her from trying to help. It would have been better if she had thought of this a second or two earlier, she might have been able to shoot across the room to grip the wall, and trip him with the extended rope. However, Just as Deathstroke's feet hit the ground. Stephanie aimed with her non-dominant hand and fired, fairly accurately, at Deathstroke's feet, hoping to tangle him up in the rope.<br/><br/><strong>"Superboy. Here."</strong>It was painful to talk and even more painful to shout. Steph turned toward the smoke and hurled the gun-half of her grappling device toward the area that she was counting on Superboy to be standing in. If Deathstroke had been snared, like a steer getting roped by a cowboy. Then Superboy was going to be able to pull Deathstroke back, and away from Batwoman. It would have given Kate a chance to run. If Stephanie would have tried to pull him back, she would have done little more than get herself dragged right back into his crosshair, that was for sure. He was strong. She hoped that her last ditch effort was enough. She was, pretty much, all out of tricks after that.<br/><br/>Steph leaned back against the wall again, trying her best to keep her eyes open, and her mind awake. It felt like she could pass out at any moment. The pain was overwhelming, and the fog in her head was refusing to go away.