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"Well that went to hell" Stephanie thought aloud, half gasping for air while limping a block away from her house.
She would have gone up to the rooftops, but her right ankle hurt like hell and she didn't want to land on it in some wrong way. She wasn't even sure she could aim properly now that she had a sore black eye as well.
Leaving a trail of blood behind her, Stephanie hoped it would be washed away with the rain that's pouring over her and drizzling from her cape. The stab wound next to her waist was dangerously long and she really needed to stich it up quickly, for now she was using the left of her cape to put pressure on the wound but that wouldn't last for long.
It was just her luck that during the fight with Scarecrow she lost her com while flipping over his shoulders and getting stabbed by him. Apparently he practiced knifes while he was away in Arkham. Well, he won't be able to do that for a while, she was able to break six of his fingers and dislocate her shoulder, as he was trying to come at her. Stephanie wasn't one bit sorry.
But she was lucky enough to be in the area when Oracle called her before the fight, so she got in time before he dispatched his fear gas, and she could count that as a success, but she really didn't feel like one at the moment.
Before heading home Stephanie tied him to a pole, hopefully the GCPD will come soon to pick him up with no trouble. Stephanie couldn't exactly wait for them, she needed to stich herself up, and just wanted to sleep for a decade on her comfy couch.
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Jason was in a very small, very purple apartment in the better side of eastern Gotham.
To be honest, when he came to Babs for help, he thought that one: She might be the only person willing to actually to help him, and two: that she wouldn't direct him to the current Batgirl, Stephanie Brown.
When he heard a movement from the window in the living room, he immediately got into position. Putting on his helmet and sitting in her swively purple chair, he faced the wall and perched his opposing fingers together. Jason smiled from anticipation, if he did this right, he might be able to get a good scare from her.
Just as she turned on the light, he swiveled in his chair calmly to face her. A shriek of surprise, muffled with pain came from her, and a second later one Stephanie Brown was stuck with her foot in the window and her face flat on the carpet of her floor.
Oh shit!
He rushed from his chair to kneel carefully next to her and stupidly ask if she was Ok.
She looked up from her view of the floor.
"The Red Hood?" she asked, bewildered.
He liked the way she added - 'the' in front of his name, but now that he could see the full extent of her damage, he shouldn't focus on that, she was seriously injured.
The harsh light from the room was reflected against her blonde hair, but it also made him realize there were purple and red pigments around her eye. She had a few bloody cuts on her arms, a still wet blood stain in her cape, which probably came from that huge cut near her stomach, and her ankle was placed awkwardly against the window sill.
Fuck.
"Hey, hey!" He noticed her eyes were starting to close "Don't pass out on me now."
She looked up at him quickly, pupils completely shrunken, her eyebrows curving upwards.
Shit. Probably shouldn't have said that.
He tried to place his hands awkwardly around her and guide her further in the living room. There was a wide wooden coffee table in front of a couch.
"Can you sit up?" He placed her on the table, which was higher. He could stitch her up better like that.
"Yeah" She whispered, Holding the table firmly.
"Ok, I'll be right back." He started toward her kitchen, which was right in front of him "Where do you keep your sugar?" he quickly started opening cabinets.
"Furthest left" she whispered.
He took a glass of water and poured two spoons full of sugar in it.
When he came back she was already with her suit down her waist, luckily she had a sports bra, but honestly that probably would have been really uncomfortable if she didn't have one.
Anyway… he handed her the glass and went for her bathroom where he hoped she kept a first aid kit, which thankfully she had.
He heard her spit out the water just as soon as he came out.
"Yuk! How much did you put in here?" she asked with a twisted expression on her face.
"Enough. Drink up." He needed her awake and that would definitely do the job.
He sat on the couch, his eyes focused on the wound. Injecting some pain killer as he started stitching.