tropes i love // Accepting ((even tho i am a slow lil writer when depresso)) @nrth-wind

The thing everyone forgets is that it still hurts. Sure, it'd fix itself, with a little time. Far less time than most. That didn't mean injuries were comfortable in any sense of the word. She doesn't remember much after pushing him out of the way. Adrenaline works better than morphine sometimes. Guns are so much more effective now days. You don't realize how much they've changed in such a little bit amount of time, but she does. The damage evolved.

She woke up hissing at the sting. Blinking in the lights. Yeah, yeah, she'll preach about cleanliness, even for herself. Didn't mean it made wiping bullet wounds any less painful.

If she had a nickel for every time she'd run into a crusader on the roof of Elliot Memorial, she'd have two nickels. Which wasn't a lot, but it was kind of funny it'd happened twice.

"Aren't you a little far from your neck of the woods, or did I just miss a memo somewhere that the city's hero list expanded?" Usually, Gotham's capes were night owls and disappeared with the dawn. Not unlike herself, at least once she was done enjoying sunrise breakfast.

She's used to a lot of weird stuff in mass causality events, it comes with the nature of explosions and the general weirdness of the city. Every once in awhile you got a surprise though. And she'd have to admit, this was a new one. Usually, she was grateful her gifts could help her triage with just a touch of a person, but her eyes widened a bit as she held a hand on the younger girl's wrist. Getting the feedback of damage, that was expected- but that's not the part that'd dropped her voice to a shocked whisper.