<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, 20:26<br/><strong>Location:</strong>| STAR labs |<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batwoman | Superboy | Nightwing | Deathstroke<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Steph puts her staff away, struggling. Steph falls to her knees and recovers the box that Deathstroke had come for. She stands up, urgently, but slowly. Steph decides to go for the loading docks, avoiding the fight by the exit door at all costs. She goes into the smoke, and is able to use her broken arm in order to go invisible again. Steph finds the door that she had entered through. She runs as hard as she can to get away. Steph loses track of the way out, and goes the wrong way out. She slows to a walk when she realizes no one is directly behind her. The stress on her body causes her to fall over. She lets the box go to the ground for a moment, barely able to keep it from tumbling, and crashing down loudly. Steph opens her comm and tells her team what she's doing. She can't admit failure. Steph stands up again, and tries to silently find the way out. She takes off her hood, her mask and her cloaking device in search of relief from the pain and confusion.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><em>'Stay awake.'</em>Stephanie was half way to panic town on the panic highway. Her energies were slipping away, and her focus had not really improved. Her eyes had closed to help her focus, and she was slipping. She could have seen the world with the blur in her vision almost completely faded, as clearly as the smoke allowed anyway. However, there was a growing fog in her thoughts, and she could hardly pay attention to the things happening around her. Steph's eyes shot open and she put her left hand up to her head. Her staff was still in that hand as the other arm dangled at her side. The chains in-between the sections of the staff jingled. Squeezing her forehead, she did her best to clear the cobwebs quickly. Nothing seemed to help.<em> 'You have to stay awake. Concussed badly. Stay awake.'</em><br/><br/>She needed to start acting, she had yet to make an economic movement since she had nearly been knocked out cold and beaten down.<em>'I have to get my staff put away,'</em>but she had never once done it with her left hand before. Steph grabbed the far end of the Staff and twirled it around her twice, the box that Kate had kicked was already coming her way. Steph was practiced enough to compress her weapon with her left arm, but she didn't know if she was capable of it in her condition. The muscles it required to move at all were pulling on her bruised ribs. She grimaced. the weapon clambered as the chains rubbed together in full rotation. On the third circle around, the end of the last section struck the ground, just as she had practiced, pulling the weapon backwards and into her hand was the hard part. She managed to get it to compress, properly, but the<strong>&gt;claa-a-ppk&lt;</strong>had changed, one of her fingers had ended up in-between two sections. The pain was loud, but she couldn't hear it over the rest of her screaming nervous system. She could tell that she had bruised the bones in her finger, but they would be fine in a day or two.<br/><br/>She reached behind her back as the cube came to a stop a few feet away from where she was standing. She hadn't really seen it coming. Steph holstered the weapon on the small of her back, but not with ease. It took about four seconds, she had a sloppy left hand when it came to things like this. Batwoman was shouting simple instructions at her. As she spotted the box, Stephanie remembered what maneuver number five was.<em>'Oh yeah! This must be why we're running that move. This is what he came for.' </em>It was the first time she had seen this box, no one had pointed to it, and the fight had already started when she entered. As the action filled the room with high speed combat, she hadn't thought about the original conclusions that her team had drawn. Deathstroke had come to steal something, and now they were running The Robin and The Cowl to get the object away from him.<br/><br/>Stephanie took confident, if not exhausted steps toward the box and landed on her knees in order to retrieve it. Bending over didn't feel like a good idea at the time. An urgency was threatening in her actions, but she was sluggish over all due to the head injury. She might have passed out just due to gravity and the motion of her blood.<em>'If Kate and I are the robin. That means... We're getting out. My bike. Can I run?' </em>She wasn't about to trust her battered body right now, but she needed to test her resolve. She didn't even think about the fact that she wouldn't be able to ride her motorcycle.<em>'I need to go.'</em>Being the Robin meant she had to get the hell out.<em>'And stay the hell away from that fight.' </em>Steph knew that she would be useless in a battle right now, and she was petrified to be near that monster with one exposed eye again.<br/><br/>Steph needed to move fast. As far as she could tell, Dick and Conner had completely vanished, but she could hear the struggle. She could tell there was a fight.<em> 'Is Kate still behind me.' </em>She thought, but she didn't think to look.<em>'The loading bay.</em>Steph got to her feet as quickly as possible. She had one arm full with the cube, so she couldn't use her hands to get up. She turned away from her enemy and her allies, put one foot in front of the other and went into the smoke as fast as she could.<em>'If Kate's not behind me, I'm a sitting duck alone.'</em>Steph still didn't stop to look behind her shoulder.<em>'I wish I could go invisible ... wait ... maybe I can.'</em>She could make no real attempt to miss Nightwing, or Superboy. She knew that they had been in the smoke, at one time. Steph couldn't see more than a few inches in front of her face. She had to depend on her spatial awareness to avoid the walls, and she had to rely on luck to avoid the two men on her side.<em>'Gotta try to reach...'</em><br/><br/>She decided to test her right hand as she made her way through the smoke. Steph's radial bone was still intact, so she had control of her arm better than she thought she did. The fractured ulna was displaced though, there was damage to the ligaments, tendons, and nerves in her arm. She had no control over her ring and her pinky finger. But, she could flex her thumb. Everything that she tried hurt, even the thumb and especially the wrist.<em> 'You got this,'</em>she thought as she brought her arm to her waist. With muscle memory, she located the pressure pad on her invisibility belt, and she held it down for a few seconds. When she let go, she had gone invisible amidst the smoke.<br/><br/>She couldn't hold her hand out to feel her way around, so she lowered her left shoulder and pushed toward the door that she had come in through.<br/><br/>She could practically feel Deathstroke's hand on her back. It felt like he was closing in on her even though her allies were doing a great job keeping him busy. She didn't bother looking back, she didn't bother trying to help in any capacity. Steph didn't even take the time to appreciate the fact that she had gotten through the smoke and out of the room. She was just putting extra determination in to her escape. Her feet were thumping against the ground, she didn't have the strength to be quiet.<strong>&gt;Thnm - Thnm - Thnm - Th-nmth&lt;</strong>Only capable of focusing loosely on one thing at a time. Steph was starting to run, the throbbing headache was getting worse though. Every step caused a surge of pain to go through her skull, and every heartbeat forced a dull pain into her eyes, her ears, and her temples. Her ribs were in pain too, as well as the internally snapped bone in her arm. It was all melting together as the adrenaline was giving her the ability to move and stay awake. She continued to run, no bother to keep her steps from making noise.<br/><br/>Spoiler<strong>&gt;clicked&lt;</strong>and<strong>&gt;tapped&lt;</strong>down the hallways. The chains on her staff jangled when it was holstered on her back. The pain was detrimental. She had no idea if she was running out of the complex, or deeper into the complex. Steph was trying to read the signs on the wall, but none of them seemed to help her find the loading bay. She had clearly made a wrong turn somewhere. She had gone and ended up in a maze, and her path was erratic. Still panicking, still trying to stay awake, she was just running as fast as she could away from Deathstroke.<em>'The loading bay, the loading bay.' </em>She was nowhere near the loading bay.<br/><br/>Realizing that she wasn't being immediately pursued, Steph slowed to a walk and tried to devise a plan.<strong>'Where in the hell is my bike.'</strong>Steph's voice groaned into what looked like an empty hallway. Her invisible chest heaved up and down. Vertigo hit her suddenly, the slowing motion combined with her racing heart and the concussion was like another punch to the head. Steph's left leg went weak and she went down to her knees. She was hardly conscious, but somehow, as her muscles loosened around the payload, she managed to hold the box when she had fallen. Catching the item against her hip and her palm. She lowered her hand to let go of the box, and let it drop a few inches. It plunked against the ground with soft impact, and as it physically left her grip, it went visible in front of her.<br/><br/>Steph put her hand to her forehead again and groaned.<br/><br/>She took a moment to look behind her, and listen for what was going on. It had taken a long moment, but she suddenly remembered that Kate had said that she would be right behind her.<em>'Uh oh.' </em>She angled her left hand down and inactivated her belt. Spoiler's form came to shape next to the fallen box. Her masked face looked in all directions.<br/><br/>It was eerily silent.<em>'That's always bad.'</em>She was wrong, her team had succeeded while she panicked and ran into the maze of the unfamiliar laboratory. Still fuzzy, Steph reached her left hand down to the pressure pad on her utility belt. It opened her comm to the whole group.<strong>"This is Spoiler. I'm lost in the halls. I was looking for the loading dock. I can't- I can't-"</strong>She struggled with the pain, and had trouble admitting that she couldn't find the exit. So, she didn't,<strong>"--I'm Still looking for an exit. Copy." </strong><br/><br/>Spoiler put her hand down onto the box. She used her outstretched left arm to stand up. A jumbled<strong>&gt;thud-ud-ud&lt;</strong>filled the hallway as her body fell against the wall. Steph leaned to get to her feet, and looked around for the exit signs.<em> 'Get moving, stay awake, don't pass out. Kate should be close, no need to hurry.'</em>Steph separated from the wall as silently as she could. Her eyes started to look for signs more carefully, and tried to orient herself again. She thought about what side of the building she had come into, and tried to magically obtain directional awareness as she silently stumbled through the halls. Steph wanted to call out for Kate, but she hadn't heard a response, and she couldn't hear anyone coming over the ringing in her ears.<br/><br/>Her head was spinning. Steph felt the need to remove her hood. Painfully, she was able to push it back with her broken arm. With her screaming thumb, she was able to lower her mask as well, desperately trying to get as much oxygen as possible, her blonde hair spilled out onto her shoulders and in front of her face.