<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>Spoiler moves out of Batwoman's way. She crouches next to Dick to check to see why he's talking to himself, then realizes that he's talking to Alfred. She snaps pictures of Deathstroke again as he fights with Conner and Batwoman. Stephanie is overwhelmed for a moment, doubting herself. As Deathstroke flies through the air, she crouches, as it had happened close enough to her for her to react. She considers jumping in with Dick, but doesn't. As Deathstroke is lifting Dick into the air, Stephanie unleashes her three section staff, and strikes at Deathstrokes knees multiple times. She performs a rotating body spinning staff move to give herself distance.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>'Alright, so far, so terrifying.' Stephanie could hear Kate coming down the hall. She made a brash motion, she switched the grip on her staff, and dashed backwards, forcing herself high into the air and away, the chains on her weapon clanged together,and as her staff folded into three parts, each section smacked against each other. The wood spoke, and<strong>&gt;cl-aack&lt;</strong>cracked out into the air. she had the weapon compressed now, in her left hand. Stephanie arched her back, and forced herself into a one hand back hand spring. She tucked the weapon under arm. Her invisible body sprang in Dick's direction. Two 'tip-taps' snuck out of her feet as she stuck the landing. Stephanie had given Batwoman plenty of space to come through the doorway, and in plenty of time even. 'Careful Steph, Careful.' She was cat-walking toward Dick, who had managed to start talking to himself. 'Not good.' Stephanie lowered herself near Dick to hear what he was talking about. She didn't bother saying anything, or touching him, she just listened.<br/><br/>'Alfred,' the thought occurred to her quickly. 'Good.' Batwoman launched through the door and clashed with the big-bad. The Spoiler looked up to watch it happen. Stephanie squeezed her palm, taking a good image of Batwoman engaging with Deathstroke. It didn't cross her mind to listen to Dick's half of the conversation with Alfred. The fight was happening now, and her tactical mind was too focused to listen to anyone say anything. She captured another image, inching away from Dick. It felt appropriate to take a picture of everything while she couldn't involve herself in the fight. 'Batwoman told me to do something. Fuck.' She was scared. 'Stay behind Dick. No. That wasn't it. Stay close to her, and don't do anything she wouldn't do?' Confusion racked her consciousness. 'No, that wasn't it. Follow orders? or something like that.' Batwoman had told her to stay close to her side, as they had practiced. But Spoiler couldn't remember that now. The action seemed to explode right in front of her eyes. It took everything for Stephanie to keep her vision focused on each individual move. Eventually, she decided to let her camera do the hard work. She had not exactly seen what had happened, it was hard to distinguish each attack when everything was happening so fast. But she had taken almost two dozen pictures as she slowly made her way back toward the fight.<br/><br/>She was gaining a better grasp on her breathe, and she was taking large slow inhales, limiting her breathing as much as possible, purely focused on the ninja like training that Dick had been giving her. Her confidence was building, but she was starting to feel weak and powerless. Batwoman was taking damage, Nightwing was in pain, and Superboy was bleeding, almost getting knifed. 'C'mon Steph, you gotta do something here. Think. Think.' Batwoman's assault had not gone the way that Steph was expecting it to go. 'That armor is well designed.' She stopped squeezing her palm. She crossed her her arm over her face and lightly wrapped her fingers around her weapon.<br/><br/>It was sudden, The large armored man was coming through the air, and roughly in her direction. Spoiler lowered her body, and hugged the ground, it was obvious that his trajectory was not going to send him directly over her head, but she didn't want to take any chances. 'Nice shot Superboy.' Stephanie rose quickly, realizing that she had ducked for no reason. 'Don't worry, no one saw that.' And, no one had. Dick was closer to the baddy than she was, and he was starting to rise. The Spoiler's instincts had not changed. As she rose, she continued to close in on the fight, it had just shifted to the other side of the room. Steph wanted to swing her staff, she was tired of waiting. 'I'm getting real tired of this stealth thing,' she thought as her feet silently carried her toward the spinning, and unnaturally swift monstrosity before her. She was about five meters and counting 'I'm not even convinced that it's working, anyway.' The villain had yet to really expose himself to her, and she had almost gotten in the way when Batwoman came onto the scene. In addition, Nightwing and Batwoman might have figured by now that she had run home like a little school girl. Dick was on his feet, and Stephanie felt the urge to dive in for an attack along his side. But they didn't have any kind of organized plan for this moment, and he didn't know that she was there.<br/><br/>'Oh...no,' Dick was in the air again, clinging to her enemie's neck with his legs. Stephanie was in tow as Nightwing improvised an outstanding maneuver. It had looked like it had been a practiced routine. Her master and the hood flipped through the air, Nightwing had succeeded in slamming their opponent to the ground. 'we're starting to do damage. It's a real fight,' things were looking up. Stephanie was closing in at a steady pace.<br/><br/>The chains on her weapon opened up, and they started to rattle as Stephanie gripped the center staff. She had orirignally planned to perform a four-form spin, with both hands on the center of the staff, whipping the ends around with both arms in order to unleash a fully charged, spinning momentum hammer once Dick had gotten out of the way. She would get it to max speed, then grip one end and drop it down onto the bastards head before he had a chance to move. But, she quickly realized that the hood in the room was in control, and he was rising with Dick in his arms. 'Fuck.' The staff was already spinning, she had to do something now, before Nightwing got slammed against concrete again. 'It's go time.' The sound of her staff gaining speed was obvious, everytime it hit the ground, a percussive snare shot filled the foyer;<strong>&gt;Fffkt- - - ffkt&lt;</strong>Her staff was slapping against the ground. Spoiler started to spin her body, and rotate the staff up and down to give the weapon force.  'Even if he hears me, it's too late.' Both of Deathstroke's hands were occupied. Her speed tripled, quickly, and then doubled as she closed in, the wood was rhythmic and spastic at the same time;<strong>&gt;ffkt - ffkt - ffkt- fkt- fkt-fkt&lt;</strong>Her staffs free sections were slapping the ground as her full speed four-form doubled her speed once more<strong>&gt;kt-kt-kt-kt-kt&lt;</strong>Stephanie got full momentum quickly, and she leaped into play.<br/><br/>As Dick reached up to the top of Deathstroke's lift, The Spoiler had put Deathstroke's legs underneath her spinning staff. She was targeting the soft flesh behind his knees. She had looked for a weak spot in his armor for some time, and at least there wasn't any plates of hard metal there. The chains in her staff allowed her to gain speed as she slapped at her target. A regular staff would have stopped motion after one strike. This brutal weapon could batter the same region again and again. She couldn't see her weapon, but she knew that her pinkie-finger led the way. She knew what she was aiming for, and a three section staff had a persistent nature.<strong> &gt;Ktukat- Kt! Kt- kta- kt-kt&lt;</strong>seven strikes in rapid succession. It had sounded like a jazz rhythm, or a woodpecker trying to crack the hood of a car. Steph hadn't seen it, but she was confident that at least three of her strikes had hit him exactly where she was aiming, right where the tendons of the hamstring connected to the ligaments in the knee. She had been aiming for both legs, but she was fairly sure that she had favored the hits to his right leg with all but two blows.<br/><br/>Steph spun away from Deathstroke after three and half, double grip center-section spins. She kept the staff spinning in a circle around her waist as she spun and stepped away from the large man that she had just made contact with. She brought the staff up above her head, and kept it spinning, only the chains were rattling now, she had the edges far from the ground. Once she felt like she was a safe distance away, she left one hand to do all of the work, the staff smacked the ground once,  and then that<strong>&gt;cl-ack&lt;</strong>sound of the compressing staff rang out again.<br/><br/>Stephanie's free hand reached to the switch on her belt, and The Spoiler revealed herself, turning the invisibility belt off. Appearing slowly, she gingerly grabbed both ends of her staff. Steph bent the weapon in front of her face, locking her eyes onto Deathstroke only seconds after she slapped the back of his knees seven times. She watched to see what he would do now that he knew where she was, and more importantly, if her attack had saved Dick from certain injury.<br/>