8733/Undercurrents: Striking Stockholm

From United Heroes MUSH
Jump to navigation Jump to search
Undercurrents: Striking Stockholm
Date of Scene: 11 August 2019
Location: Arkham Asylum, Gotham
Synopsis: A plan to free and hunt down Stockholm goes sideways when Batman and Batgirl show up. Batgirl and Stockholm take out mercenaries who are after Stockholm. Batman squares off against Bane!
Thanks to: Stockholm, Batman, Batgirl
Cast of Characters: Aquaman, Stockholm, Batman, Spoiler
Tinyplot: Undercurrents


Aquaman has posed:
"Do not waste my time," the large man in the metal mask says to the assembled group. "I will have Stockholm. If she lives that long."

The four men, all seasoned mercenaries, nod to their commander. One stays on the roof with a clear view of Arkham, the other three follow the masked man through a rooftop door and down the stairs. The masked man climbs into the passenger side of a black sedan. One of the mercenaries gets into the driver's side and they drive off out of sight.

The remaining man jogs down the dark, poorly lit street. The roads are damp from an earlier rain and this area of Gotham receives little traffic at this time of night. Too many have learned the cost of being near the infamous Arkham.

This last man, in brown fatigues and a tactical vest, judges his distance from Arkham and drops a glock in the street. Further up the road, he hops into a old, rusty pickup truck and pulls it into the middle of the road. He climbs out, leaving the keys in the ignition and the driver's door open.

After that he runs back down the block, around the corner of a brick building and leans against the wall. He checks his watch.

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

A rocket leaves a smokey trail through the night from the rooftop to a point on the second storey of the asylum. It explodes, ripping a hole that exploses a cell containing a lone woman. A charge goes off under the nearest point of the wall and a second later, a lamppost. The asylum wall crumples in a section four feet wide. The lamppost creaks and falls toward the asylum, slamming into the edge of the hole ripped into the building.

A small dust cloud rises into the already misty air from the wall. Alarms start to go off inside Arkham.

Stockholm has posed:
Julia hasn't even been back twenty four hours at this point but she is back in her old cell. Routines is something the Doctors encourage. Routine. Stability. Heavy doses of drugs.

You know Asylum life.

Which honestly is only made worse when you have a concussion. It was not very exciting that someone was waking her up every two hours to make sure she didn't die in her sleep. Sure it was better than the alternative but come on, that is not restful and how are you supposed to recover from a broken arm and a concussion when you keep getting woken up. Also the painkillers and sedatives make you sleepy. How can you tell if you are waking up easy ... okay so basically Julia has a lot of complaints.

She is in her cell though when the explosion detonates the wall and showers her with shrapnel and debris. "Sweet Ceasers fucking ghost people..." she yelps in alarm as she is thrown off her bed and into the wall by the blast, coughing in the dust there. When she gets a clear view of the lightpole having neatly fallen through the hole now in the wall and presenting a method of escape she actually pauses.

"This is .. way too precise to be Harls... I mean the luck involved in pulling that off could be Domino.... maybe it is Mr. Shadowy backlit guy..." it is interesting enough that she sluggishly gets to her feet and wipes some blood with her only good hand off her face. She is going to need some more stitches from the rocket. Also while she is talking to herself, it isn't like her ears aren't ringing.

She edges along to peer down the lightpole and then around, really she is looking for someone familiar while she gives herself at least a moment to stop coughing.

Batman has posed:
High above Gotham City, using the smattering of rain clouds as cover, an aircraft painted in black with no obvious registry number circles in a holding pattern. The red low-light glow of the instrumentation is cast against and empty pilot's seat as the plane's sophisticated on-board computer takes control of the stick and makes the course corrections required. In the cabin itself, an LCD screen displays satellite footage of Arkham Asylum in real time - smoke curling skyward from the sudden explosion.

Batman turns away from the screen, wearing what amounts to his normal batsuit save for a few additions. The cape itself has been drawn up and tied into place about his waist, and over it is a canvas backpack that looks to be a parachute of some sort. The lower half of his face is concealed as well, a breathing apparatus of some sort connected by a hose to a miniaturized tank affixed tightly to the straps across his chest.

As the underside of the cabin begins to open, the wind roars as it rushes out and the alarm klaxon announces the sudden depressurization. It's a jump he's done a thousand times, but he turns his eyes momentarily to Batgirl as his voice rasps out through the apparatus'.

"Open on my signal. If you have trouble, say something. Don't try to fix it yourself. On my mark. Three. Two. One."

And just like that he steps backwards, falling through the opening in the bottom of the plane and plummeting down towards the Asylum far below.

Spoiler has posed:
Batgirl had recently taken her first airplane flight of her life courtesy of Batman. Actually it probably should not count as an airplane ride given that Wonder Woman's Invisible Jet is more of a adaptable space ship than it is a plane.

But it was fun.

There was nothing about jumping out of said vehicles included though. So when the alert went up with Batgirl there at the Batcave, and the Batwing was the fastest way to cover the distance, she'd run with Batman to board the futuristic looking plane before it took off, climbing high into the night sky.

The short time of the flight was spent familiarizing herself with the equipment she would be wearing for the first time. Yes she'd done the simulation. Twice. If you count the one that was aborted by the arrival of pizza.

Batgirl fits the mask from her HALO rig over her face and checks the air. "Right," she replies to Batman, keeping it simple. She walks over with him to where the bottom of the jet seems to just open up into dark space. "I got this. Jumping off things is sort of my specialty, so how much different can jumping out of really be?" she says before forgetting to mute her comms.

As Batman steps into the hole, Batgirl does as well. Buffeted by the wind at first, she immediately begins using her hands to control her direction, and soon orients herself head first.

From the sky above Arkham, the two dark figures rush towards the ground at mind-numbing speeds.

Hqdhssu.jpg

Aquaman has posed:
From her cell, Julia can see the lamppost is propped against the rubble of a section of the exterior wall and leads right to the pavement. There is nobody in sight. She can just make out a handgun lying in the street near the lamppost, and a 100 feet further on, a rusty mocha brown Nissan pickup truck. It looks like it had spent the last few years of its life sitting in someone's yard.

The overhead imagery from the Batplane is spotty with the clouds, but it is clear enough in fits and spurts. A hole in the wall. A lamppost down to the ground from it. A truck in the street with its door open. IR is useless from that height with the amount of moisture in the air.

Stockholm has posed:
"Is this Ed's work?" referring to Enigma her head cocked to the side as she looks around. "Well no stupid riddles..." there is a dark frown at the damp lightpole. "Crap." inhaling a deep breath her ears still ringing. "This could have waited a few days until I am not so damn dizzy and vague..." she chuffs angrily. Only someone crazy would be pissed about a breakout.

Then again she is not anywhere near her tip top shape. She carefully tests the lightpole with her Arkham slipon 'sneakered' foot, no laces or ability to make them weapons. "Don't shoot me .. don't shoot me... don't shoot me." is her mantra as she nimbly hops up on the lightpole and starts down it. This is when the fact she is an Olympic level gymnast and practiced parkourist pays off, not to mention a bit of a metagene she isn't aware of. Which means she gets to the street without dying, well unless she is shot by a random guard.

She hops off the pole, crouches and starts to head towards the gun and truck. "Who the fuck did this..." reaching up to wipe more blood out of her eyes from the scalp wound. Stupid sharp stone walls.

Batman has posed:
As the Bat plummets down from the firmament, he draws his arms close to his sides to provide as little resistance as possible against the onrushing air. The eyelets of his cowl whir, cycling through multiple light spectrums to find the one most ideal for the environment. If he weren't used to it by now, the rush might be too intense - thermographic, low-light, low-frequency all flicker as the cowl's lenses sense and adapt. Finally, a match is found and as the clouds part before him the battlefield is laid out like it were bathed in the noonday sun.

"Looks like an escape attempt," Batman relays over the comm to Batgirl, "Rocket-propelled explosives. Suggests military-grade hardware. Plan of attack?"

Even as they freefall towards Arkham below, the Dark Knight puts the onus on his student. Graduated she may be, the lessons never stop.

Spoiler has posed:
Batgirl drops through the black of night like a missile, a little above and further to the side of Batman. She has her comms off for the moment, so the goofy giggle of delight isn't picked up by anyone. Well, anyone except Oracle possibly, who probably has comms on her suit that Stephanie cannot turn off.

She does stuff like that.

Batgirl flips her comms back on as she hears Batman. "Vehicle probably has more military gear inside. You take it while I go after the escapee," she says after a moment's thought and deciding which seems likely to be the larger threat at the moment.

She starts guiding her dive to take her over towards the escaping figure that is just starting to become visible to them. The height is being eaten up by the seconds, her HUD altimeter showing how quickly they are near the point to deploy their chutes.

Aquaman has posed:
There are no yells from nearby residents. Nobody pokes their head out of their windows. They know all too well what can happen. A few lights actually flick out.

The man up against the wall nearby looks at the building he came out of, another 50 feet further away from where Julia is and nods. He brings his handgun up and moves quietly in a combat combat crouch along the sidewalk in Julia's direction. She is about 100 feet from him and he is 200 feet from the truck in the middle of the street. There are parked cars, some with impound boots on their tires, on the street.

The crack of a single rifle shot echoes down the street. The man who shot the rocket to blow open the cell wall is now inside the lobby of the decript apartment building he used as a firing position. He has taken out the lights in there and fires through the glass from behind a wood and iron bench. There is a zing and hiss about a foot away from Julia where the round hits the concrete. She cannot miss it.

Stockholm has posed:
Did you know concussions can cause haloing around lights at night partially messing with your ability to see great in the dark. Julia could tell you about that.

When the rifle round zings and hisses away from her like that, she is not entirely convinced that was a miss vs. just fucking with her. She has pretty good instincts. "This is not funny! I totally called don't she me earlier ..." like the mantra was some sort of binding rule of reality, it isn't.

This is good for the dump of adrenaline though. She is not bullet proof or super endurant. No she is super agile and fast. Well not super like super human but still she is not bulletproof. She is may be out of her batgirl pajamas after intake last night but the standard Arkham issue uniform is not bulletproof.

She jigjags to make herself a harder target trying to keep one eye on the gun left in the road and the other to spot the shooters. She is honestly doing as best she can with her arm in a cast in a sling and tries to close the distance to scoop up the gun left on the road, god damnit it is probably a trap but she is unarmed. "This Better Not be Kraven or Castle!" she notes alarmed.

Batman has posed:
"Got it."

For all the time Batman spends giving orders, when he receives them he manages to follow along without complaint or suggestion. He put Batgirl in command of this op, and he has no intention of undermining it. Nevertheless, he wordlessly brings her mask-cam feed up as a picture-in-picture on his HUD - if anything goes awry, he's not too far from stepping in.

Near enough to the ground now, his parachute opens. There's nothing ostentatious about it. Simply grey-black silk that almost matches the hue of the Gotham night sky. There are no lights or other indicators that he is coming, only the sinister glow of his cowls eyepieces. The parachute catches enough air to grow taut and his fall slows suddenly, leaving terminal velocity. He continues to fall until he is close enough to the ground, the backpack suddenly unhooking as he undoes the knot of his cape and lets it suspend him for the remainder of the fall. The breathing mask still attached, he plummets towards the car to land atop it with the screeching, crunching protest of metal.

First step, check if there is anyone still inside. His thermographic sensors activate with a whine, peering down beneath him at the car. In his other hand he draws a small black explosive device from his belt, planting it firmly on the roof but not arming it just yet. The whirr of the bullet draws his attention, and he barks through the sub-vocal mic.

"Shooter down the block. Don't make yourself a target."

Spoiler has posed:
Batgirl's oxygen mask retracts once her altitude is low enough, and then her chute pops almost in tandem with that of Batman. She steers it towards the figure who is quickly becoming recognizable. The cape crimefighter's jaw sets in a determined way as she confirms it is Stockholm. The beating that was taken saving the bank teller is on her mind, but Batgirl pushes it to the back of her head as she shot ricochets off the pavement.

Still gliding in, Batgirl swings to the right, so when she reaches with her hand to her utility belt and it tugs the chute back left, she'll still be on course. She can't throw well as she guides the chute in, but the height makes up for it as a handful of flash and smoke pellets are distributed around Stockholm. Hopefully stunning the woman, but also creating smoke cover against the shooter.

Aquaman has posed:
Stockholm finds the handgun is not a trap, mercifully. From its weight, it even has an extended magazine carrying 15 rounds instead of the usual ten.

Batman lands on top of the cabin of the old pickup truck and the roof caves almost comedically far in. Nothing explodes. The axles protest loudly though.

"Oh shit, it's Batman. And... some chick," the man with rifle says.

He sights in on Stockholm but then she is gone in a flash of light and smoke. He the man swears and fires into the smoke.

"Finish the contract, if you want to get paid. Leave Batman to me," comes the metallic voice of the man in charge over the radio.

The man doing the combat crouch opens up with his handgun at the unexpected woman who fell from the sky and uses one of the parked cars for cover.

A man in green fatigues crouches just around the corner of a building about 50 feet past Batman from Stockholm's point of view. He fires blindly into the smoke surrounding Stockholm using a semi-automatic rifle, with the corner of the brick building.

From that same corner, another man walks out. Tall, in non-descript grey pants, heavily built with a barrel chest. He is wearing a padded brown jacket with a high collar. He holds the lapels of the jacket as he walks into the middle of the street. He breathes through a mask covering his mouth and nose, held into place by straps over his bald head.

Stockholm has posed:
Honestly Julia is thinking she should have just stayed in her cell. Maybe asked for a new one without a window as big as her current cell has. Four walls are nice. At least this pistol seems real with a full clip. It better not be blanks. That would be cruel.

She is just starting to kip to the left towards those parked cars when Batman lands on the 'getaway' truck "I'm pretty sure that is a trap!" she shouts over at him and then gets hit with a lot of smoke and flash pellets "Damnit!" she was already seeing halos and stars around lights and not the equivilant of a flashbang. At least the smoke is providing cover for her.

Not enough cover honestly as she gets shot in the shoulder, of her broken arm, insult to injury but not taking away any more functionality than she already has lost.

Which is when Stockholm goes very flat on the pavement and starts to crawl towards the parked cars away from the shooters under the cover of smoke. Also under the cover of a lot of bullets thankfully going over her head since she dropped.

This is not good she thinks as she scrambles to slide under a car.

Batman has posed:
The Bat remains atop the car for the moment, cape pooled out around him so that there is little more to him than a malevolent spreading shadow. He regards the battlefield with a clinical eye, the three gunmen are a threat but the large man in the mask is the obvious fulcrum of the entire operation. His eyes narrow behind the mask, and he draws a batarang from his belt with the glide of metal across metal.

When he flings it, it isn't at the masked man but rather at the man in the green fatigues. Fifty feet is a long throw, but the Dark Knight throws his entire body into it as he hefts the thing full force like a throwing knife. At closer quarters his goal might have been to simply knock the gun from the man's hand, but at this range the best he can hope for is that a bladed weapon suddenly embedding itself in his shoulder is enough to stop the shooting.

He turns back to the masked man, dropping off the top of the car to the asphalt. His boots crunch across the scattered granules of broken glass, his shoulders squared and hands balled into fists. The breathing mask he wears retracts from his face, revealing a rather vicious looking cut along his jaw that appears to have been only recently stitched up. His teeth bare in a snarled, wordless challenge.

Spoiler has posed:
Batgirl was planning to tackle Stockholm to the ground. Really hard. You know, for her safety. But she sees the blood that sprays from the bullet hit, and then Stockholm is down in the smoke.

Batgirl gets low herself, pulling some equipment from her utility belt while flicking her mask over to thermal vision so the gunman hiding behind the car will stand out through the dark smoke.

Batgirl tosses a metal spherical object towards the gunman. It bounces twice before rolling across the concrete, emitting a soft beeping noise.

As soon as the spherical distraction is released, Batgirl pulls out an electric batarang, adjusting her grip so she can bend it in an arc and throws it off into space, aiming it so it should curve in a big arc and come in at the man from his side of the car. Two chances to take him out, either the batarang hitting him directly, or else striking the car and zapping him through the metal body if he is touching it.

Aquaman has posed:
"Christ, what the hell?" The man with the assault rifle yells. He pulls the batarang out of his shoulder with a grimace and pockets it. He drops the rifle and starts to draw a handgun from a drop holster with his good hand.

"Grenade!" The man with the handgun yells. He drops into the fetal position on the concrete. His handgun skitters to a stop a little over and arms reach away. He does not even notice the batarang whizz past where he was a moment before.

"Come on, where'd you go?" the man with the rifle mutters. He keeps scanning for Stockholm but she seems to have disappeared from view.

Bane watches Batman throw the batarang and its connection with the semi-auto merc in green. He turns his attention back to Batman and stands there astride the yellow line some 10 feet away.

"It's the Batman," he says, clearly articulating each word. Even with the mask he has an odd accent. "The protege of R'as al Ghul. The traitor."

Bane pulls off his jacket and tosses it to the ground. He walks forward casually toward Batman.

Stockholm has posed:
This car is really nice to hide and bleed under, hopefully whomever had the rocket launcher doesn't decide to blow it up.

Popping the clip to verify there are real honest to god bullets then reseats the clip and peers around from laying on the ground level towards where the gunman were.

"Oh hey." squinting at the guy across the street who is trying to avoid grenades behind the car he is using for cover, she sights and fires several shots from her ground cover under the car he is hiding behind. She is an incredibly deadly shot thanks to her purlioned skills and metahuman ability, though she is nowhere near top marks right now. "Look at this. Teamup!"

Batman has posed:
"Traitor?" growls the Bat, a voice like bare flesh raked over gravel, "If you call not turning my back on the world for the sake of a megalomaniac's dream a betrayal - " He jerks his head back a fraction of an inch in the direction of the smoldering Arkham Asylum, "You belong in there with them."

Even as he speaks, the Dark Knight sizes up the mercenary in the mask. Size and strength are easily superior to his own, just from looking. It is one thing to be at the pinnacle of human perfection, but there is still a great deal to go beyond there when you plumb the depths of amoral science. But he's fought stronger opponents before - even opponents quicker and more deadly than him. He's made a habit - a life - out of it.

There's a fight coming and he has to fight it. There's no choice there.

As he darts in towards the man, now done with words, a small matte-grey sphere clutched in his palm is flung with force at his opponent's feet. The Batman's cowl already seals off audio and visual receptors as it is flung, protecting him from the brunt of the sudden flash of blinding light and bang of deafening noise. He pushes through the overture, driving both fists one after the other at the masked man's torso in a pummeling motion.

Spoiler has posed:
A few smoke pellets replenish the smoke around Batgirl, not trusting Stockholm to not make use of that gun on her once there isn't an armed assailant shooting at her, though the sight of the shots that may have killed the assailant make her rail inside. But she has a teammate to protect first.

A small launcher is pulled from her belt as Batgirl turns her optics towards the man in the lobby. His image stands out clear enough, the heat of his torso clear enough,a nd his head. The gun itself with the barrel starting to heat up is rather visible as well.

Batgirl lies down for a better angle and aims along the launcher and sends a trio of sticky devices launching towards the man. Batgirl's aim is high, the devices that she shot hitting the ceiling in a triangle around him.

Batgirl rises to her feet, launcher going back to her belt. She activates the detonator and the sticky bombs she shot explode where they hopefully drop a sizeable enough chunk of the ceiling on the man to disable him and keep him pinned.

Aquaman has posed:
"So little vision," Bane replies, sounding amused. He catches the sphere under his boot. It goes off and the effect is driven out the sides and forward, but not upward toward him. It does not even make his leg jump.

Punching Bane in the torso is like punching a wall. He moves backward with the first few to absorb Batman's momentum. Much faster than a man his size ought to move, he times an overhand right fist to the side of Batman's head after Batman has already committed to a left punch. Bane drops a bit with the blow to give it added momentum. Then he rises with a knee toward the infamous crimefighter's face.

Julia may be in bad shape right now, but even on her worst day she is still pretty good. Her shots pass cleanly under both cars, not far from Batgirl, and slam into the mercenary. The first two track down the back of his tactical vest and the last catches him in the ass. With the wind knocked out of him, the man cannot even yell as he reaches back to clutch the bullet wound with one hand.

In the lobby, the rifleman smiles. He sights in when Batgirl shoots and her shot goes over the rifleman's head.

"Can't shoot for shit," he grins. The crosshairs line up between Batgirl's eyes.

Then ceiling caves in. Plaster, joyces and an entire kitchen table and chairs fall through the hole on top of the rifleman. He hits his head on the bench on the way down and is out cold in the rubble.

Stockholm has posed:
Some part of Julia is very happy she shot the guy reight in the ass and knocked the wind out of him. I mean part of her also wishes she had shot him in the head but other parts disagree. This street is messy right now with Bats and that actually is kind of throwing her game off a bit.

Also to be fair she is working with what she has, she does not have sticky explosive launchers, or batarangs, or such. She has a glock with an extended magazine.

"Okay. I relunctantly admit that was cool." as the ceiling collapses on the guy.

"Ceiling collapse guy. Big masked guy. Ass shot guy. Batarang in the shoulder guy." she rolls a bit and crawls to use another car as cover then pops up and fires at the guy who still has a gun in this fight, aiming carefully at the guy who took batman's batarang to the shoulder and pulled a pistol. He has pretty good cover so she takes her time to line up the shot with her good arm braced on the car.

Batman has posed:
Although armor and years of training absorb any potential injury, the Batman's gloves connecting with muscles like reinforced concrete is enough to elicit a frustrated growl from him. But then his fist swings through the air, missing its target as the strike cracks against the side of the cowl. His head jerks, a flash of sudden adrenaline momentarily masking the pain that only hits him when Bane drives his knee into his face.

"Hnh!"

It's hardly a cry of pain - little more than a grunt - but the fact that he made it at all marks his surprise. He staggers backwards, arm still raised defensively to ward off any attacks that may follow it. When he glances up, the exposed part of his face is smeared red-black as blood pours from an obviously broken nose.

When he launches himself at the opponent once again, it is without the fury or frustration of a normal fighter. He does not let the pain guide him nor the adrenaline bolster him anymore than biology insists. The torso is insurmountable, so he goes for the head. He springs through the air with deft ferocity, driving the point of his elbow down against the space between shoulder and neck.

Spoiler has posed:
Batgirl sees the remaining gunman go down, though his gun coming up. Her gaze swings to Batman and sees him in the thick of the fight with Bane, and she winces at the blow he takes. A pair of batarangs slide out of her utility belt and are taken in hand and sent flying from out of the swirl of smoke that rise from the pellets on the roadway around her.

One batarang is aimed for the back of one of Bane's legs. The other is shaped to make it swing in a tighter circle as it releases its payload of smoke, as Batgirl tries to give Batman and his optics an advantage in his fight.

The batarangs released, the caped crusader pulls a pair of batons from her belt, one in each hand as she turns back towards Stockholm and the gunman who are exchanging fire.

Aquaman has posed:
"I expected more," Bane says when Batman is forced to take a step back. He does not close on the caped crusader, does not press the advantage. Instead he waits. He sees Batgirl past Batman and steps to the side just enough. He batarang tears through the fabric of his pantleg and carries on to clatter in the concrete. Bane also brings an arm up to guard his neck. The blow from Batman is jarring and the big man staggers back a few steps. Then smoke goes off. Batman's damaged optics give him no help through the smoke thar fills the air.

"Ah, theatricality and deception are effective against the uninitiated. But we aren't uninitiated, are we Bruce?" comes the voice of Bane.

Stockholm is among the very best. But she is not at her very best. Her shot lands dead center line on her target, but too low. Instead of in the face he takes it in the vest. The man falls backwards but keeps his head up. He opens fire at Batman now, just emptying the clip toward the man.

Up the road, a patrol cars drifts around the corner on the wet streets, light and sirens going. As the smoke starts to clear, Bane is just not there. With her attention focused on the last fighting merc, Steph did not catch where the big man went.

Stockholm has posed:
Son of a bitch, fine you jerks.

Julia thinks about taking a shot at Bane now but he seems to have vanished. Muttering a curse under her breath she aims again and fires at the guy she hit in the vest, honestly if she can nail two of these assholes in the ass before she runs out of ammo tonight it will be a pleasure.

Once her gun clicks empty she tosses the piece over by the buildings wall and raises her good arm over her head. "I give up." yes she directs that right at Batgirl not giving her a reason to hit her with those batons. "Good team up though!"

Batman has posed:
The optics in Batman's mask change with the motion of his eyes, allowing him to change his view and pull up video feeds without so much as pushing a button. But the two blows to his head have done something to jar it, and he can already see the feed beginning to stutter as lines of static pass through it. A hand raises to his temple, deactivating an artfully concealed switch that prompts the white glowing eyepieces back into the cowl and leaves only his own blue eyes visible.

As the smoke rises, he turns suddenly. Unable to find the man with his unaided eyes, although he already understands that even with them he could not. As the sirens sound and the man vanishes, the Bat turns his attention fully back to Batgirl and Stockholm. The last mercenary firmly within Batgirl's control, he turns to Stockholm. He stares at her critically for a moment, face streaming blood and his eyes visible for a change instead of the cowl's white optics.

"You're okay?"

Then, he turns to Batgirl: "We need to go."

Spoiler has posed:
Batgirl darts out of the smoke, batons swinging first towards the wrist the final gunman is holding his gun in, and then another towards his head to send him to sleep. She scowls as she looks towards the prison and then she rounds the car, heading for Stockholm.

She holds her baton like she wants to use it on someone. And that someone being the one who administered the beat down to her a few weeks ago. However she kicks the gun away and then lowers the baton finally as the police are pulling up.

The batons go back on her belt as the blond caped crusader turns back towards Batman. "I'm good," she confirms to him. The flash pellets are slipped from her belt deftly and dropped to the ground resulting in a tremendous flash of light.

When it clears, the Bats are gone.

Stockholm has posed:
Julia answers Batman, her own blood still covering her face from the scalp wound and bleeding from the gunshot to her shoulder. "I think I need a vacation?"

Then they are gone. She rolls her eyes "Good job team!" she calls into the night and sits well away from any guns with her hand on her head and waits for the cops.

When they arrive she notes "Not resisting. I've been shot and blown up." pause "Also not with those assassins I shot in the butt over there." pause "They were trying to kill me for some reason so it was totally self defense and a big guy with a mask, not Batman, got away. He sounded like an asshole."

Finally she adds "Oh and Batman stole my dog." as she waits for someone in GCPD to probably tackle her to the ground and cuff her violently.

Those guys really hate her.

More medical attention will be needed than just the gunshot. "Aww fuck." thud.