20383/Weapons of Beyond the East

Weapons of Beyond the East
Date of Scene:	06 April 2025
Location:	Warehouses - Hell's Kitchen
Synopsis:	The Russian alien arms dealers are back, and this time they brought a robot horse...
Cast of Characters:	Barbara Gordon, Matthew Murdock, Jessica Jones

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Barbara Gordon has posed:
A chilly spring night in Hell's Kitchen: 9:45 pm.

The crime epidemic in Hell's Kitchen was like an ocean. Sometimes it felt as though the waves of lawlessness were about to crash over the entire city, and other times? Other times, it felt as calm as a quiet lake. Sometimes that calm could be compared to the eye of a hurricane too.

What was it like right now? It was somewhere in between. The Devil of Hell's kitchen had his work cut out for him, and likely might question how much of an impact any of this was actually having, but at the same time, he was most certainly still in his prime, and he knew that many criminals in the neighborhood, feared the wrath of the Devil himself.

tonight, Matt received a text message from Batgirl. He knew who she was, they had worked together many times at this point, and the message this evening said that she had a lead on their Russian weapons dealers that they had thought to have run off a year ago. Apparently not. An address was given to Daredevil, with Batgirl even saying that she would be in town tonight, to help see to this situation's end. the Russians involved in the weapons trafficking had put a hit out on the Defenders, and tried to make a play on Batgirl too.

The warehouse park was a medium one in size, with a fence surrounding three buildings, and a parking lot resting in the middle of them. It was in this lot that there were people gathering in between box trucks, some of the men just idly chatting, while strolling between vehicles, some smoking cigarettes, some scrolling their phones. They seemed to be waiting for someone to arrive...

Buyers, most likely.

Batgirl stood atop a building across from the site. She observed from afar, unsure if this would be a standard night for the typical deal ambush, or if something might make this night standout from the rest she had dealt with in the past. No matter the outcome, for the now, Babs stood in her full black and dark gold armor, her thigh length cape gently waving in a soft breeze, as she watched the site from her wrist mounted computer, a few Bat-drones in the air, sweeping by high above.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
The constant in Hells Kitchen will always be the Devil. Even on those nights where it appears there was no end, Matt was an island unto himself. Very few things could shake his resolve, it seemed. It's when things got quiet that he really got concerned because he understood the precarious balance. In the absence of something, there was always a monster waiting in the dark silence.

A year had passed since the Defenders and Batgirl had 'run the smugglers out of town', but there was still enough to keep him busy. So the text message from Batgirl came as something of a shock. That was a lot of legwork, for it to be temporarily filed away only to turn back up when everyone's back was turned.

But that's the nature of things, isn't it?

'On my way'. Was his simple response, a message sent to Jessica, given she was the OTHER target of those Russian Smugglers a year ago, that they may have resurfaced. Because he knows she'd love to get a little vengence... They'd very nearly destroyed her apartment, after all. Time may heal wounds, but hell hathe no fury like a Jones scorned.

In his red armor, Daredevil lands silently behind Batgirl. The collapsible baton retracting in upon itself as he walks towards the edge of the building where she was looking out of the port. Red lense cover his eyes, which look down and to one side. "Anything?" He asks, no real greeting. He assumes she already knew he was there.

"Jessica might show up."

Hard to tell.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica's text back to Matt Murdock was, as per her reputation, professional, prompt and to the point.

aw fuk

Yes, including the typo.

She parks her motorcycle a few blocks away and makes her way up a fire escape. Yes, she can sort of fly but she'd never really adjusted to it. Like, she knew she wouldn't fall but her brain would not fully swallow that fat pill so she just got anxiety attacks. It's hard enough just jumping from rooftop to rooftop. They're always on rooftops, these people. As if Jess hadn't been one herself. Wasn't still one. She just stopped wearing the funny outfits.

But, still, guys - she stopped wearing the funny outfits. Living the dream.

She landed on the roof behind Daredevil who's behind Batgirl. Not exactly stealthy between the big clompy boots and the bark of an exhale as she almost stumbles, "Shit! Yeah, hi, I'm here. What the fuck guys? Does nobody go to god damn jail anymore?"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Following the explosions that rocked the interior of alias Investigations, a healthy donation had come to Jessica Jones' bank account from Gordon Green Energy out of Gotham City. Gotham was where Barbara Gordon did everything she could to help the female vigilantes - the heroes, who put their lives on the line for those innocent and suffering from the woes of this world. It had been a donation to help get Alias Investigations back on its feet, in any fashion Jessica had seen fit. Or, it had been a great fund to help buy alcohol, whichever the raven haired investigator so chose to spend it on.

With the two arriving behind her, Batgirl turned around in a demeanor that suggested she wasn't surprised by their sudden appearances. Her network of surveilence tools was rather impressive, even if it was a bit strained being this far from her own nest.

She looked to them both, standing in the relative darkness of the roof's shadows, her cape and red hair fluttering in that same breeze behind her shoulders. "Glad to see you both..." She softly said, no voice modulation altering the sound of her spoken words, leaving it simply her natural voice for them to enjoy. "It's good... to see you're both just as I recall." She stated further, even going so far as to show them a slight grin from the open half of her face mask.

Down to business, though. Batgirl raised her forearm and angled it down toward the roof between their feet, where the three of them now stood.

A blue light beam touched the roof, and began to paint a picture upon its dirty surface, covering over said dirt with a holographic image, that painted a picture in glowing 3d light.

"They're gathering up, just behind me, in the warehouse parking lot. They're boxing in their trucks, and seemingly waiting for a last party to arrive." She softly spoke, as her holographic image map showed an aerial view of the men walking about between the three box trucks. She used her right hand to motion to one side, where there was an opening in the arrangement of vehicles. "This has a similar vibe to the subway weapons deal that kicked everything off last year... They were peddling alien rifles, pistols, and explosives then, and I'm guessing something along those lines is up for bid tonight. All of this came to me from contacts in Gotham City, the high tech kind of contacts. Those who deal in alien technology, that is being spread around the globe, via black market, and under the table deals. If you can believe it, some of these kinds of people like to be as 'legit' as one can, when dealing in such dangerous items. Even weapons traffickers sometimes try to polish their hearts up, and make them shine like gold." She smirked toward them, as she glanced up at them both.

"We can confront them now, or wait and see what they may have in store tonight. But, I'm guessing their last missing party should be arriving soon..."

The rumble of a semi-truck engine reverberated to the east, and the shining lights of a much larger truck could be seen, as it navigated the warehouse district's relatively small roads, vying for a route in toward where this deal was going down tonight.

"Speak of the Devil." Babs said, before she glanced to Matt in his red costume. "No offense."

Matthew Murdock has posed:
Matt need not turn to 'see' Jessica, but he does shift his masked head to one side as if to look over his shoulder. She knows better, Batgirl might know better, but it becomes pretty obvious when the latter emits her holographic map upon the gravel of the roof where they've all gathered. The Devil doesn't look at it. He's aware that there's something there because he could hear the activation of a device on her wrist and the movement of the Gothamites hand through the air this close to him when she motioned at one piece or another, but seeing the hologram itself?

Instead, his baton slaps against the side of a raised metal vent. It sends out a low hum that he tracks, horned mask turning in an angle to peer down over the side of the building. "Three per pox truck. Three trucks. Nine of them.. heavily armed." The hum slowly dies and the baton tightens in his grip.

It's here that he addresses Jessica's rhetorical question, "Usually." They go to prison. "These guys are slippery, we know the type." The last part was for Batgirl. The Defenders stock and trade is dealing with 'smooth criminals'. Specifically Wilson Fisk.. who always had an ace up his sleeve.

His dark gaze shifts in the direction of the approaching vehicle. "No offense taken." The hint of a grin curls at the corners of his stubbled face. "Jess isn't subtle and I don't want to give them a chance to unbox any of those alien weapons. I say we hit them fast and hit them hard. Try to leave a few conscious enough to answer the questions." The smile grows only slightly, "Teeth are optional."

Jessica Jones has posed:
"Offense? You kidding. This guy lives off devil puns. Just ask him his favorite kind of cake. He's gonna chuckle before he says it, too, like it's the most clever thing you're ever gonna hear. And the worst part? You will laugh. Even though you know exactly what he's going to say. Infuriating person."

She steps forward towards the edge of the rooftop and shrugs off her leather jacket, leaving it behind. She likes that jacket a lot but it wouldn't survive what she's about to do. She should probably ask someone about getting some of those unstable molecule things. Sounded expensive. Maybe she could get a tax writeoff.

Not the time, Jess.

"If there's three in a row, easiest way to stop them all is to stop the first," she says, stepping off the rooftop, "See you on the flipside, fuckers."

She can aim herself, of course, aim herself boots first and as fast as she can manage until she's smashing through the windshield of the first truck, putting put to driver's face hard enough to crack the driver's side door off and send the guy spilling out intot he street. Leaving Jessica deposited behidn the wheel.

"OH shit. I only meant to knock him out. HA!"

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Batgirl's green eyed stare rested on Daredevil for a few moments, as she watched him utilize his baton like that. She didn't understand how his ability to see worked, and it fascinated her. She knew the basics, but it wasn't enough to really satisfy her naturally inquisitive mind. She knew that blindness was not a black and white thing, though, and that it was in fact a spectrum of variations.. but none of them seemed to really encapsulate what the man in the red armor was capable of doing.

She glanced away from him, to Jess, and with a nod to what both of them said, her holo-map was deactivated. "Nine on the ground. Likely several more incoming in that semi tru---"

She cut herself off, as Jessica just went for it, after dropping her jacket. Babs hesitated a moment, seeing this, and she glanced at her fellow costume-wearing vigilante. "I really do love her." Batgirl said, another smirking playing across her pale pink lips.

There was nothing left to say, and as two Bat-drones whizzed by overhead, Batgirl took to the sky, soaring over where Jessica had dropped, and toward the parking lot where the three box trucks were gathered around one another, anticipating the arrival of the semi truck that Jessica just smashed through the roof of!

As the men in the parking lot were starting to see something happening inside the arriving semi-truck, a sudden explosion of smoke rocked the area between their box trucks. The Bat-drones were peppering the parking lot pavement with smoke pellets, that were popping off in rapid succession, creating a thick veil of white smoke.

And in to it the Batgirl flew, her spread cape carrying the redhead on the wings of a Bat, right in to the fray of men who were shouting at one another.

Inside the truck, Jessica slammed, and found herself face to face with the other passenger inside the vehicle. he stared at her with wide eyes, and reached for his handgun! He pulled it up, and fired it right at Jessica's nose!

The semi-truck was still driving, at full speed, and its massive tonnage slammed right in to the fence surrounding the warehouse lot, missing the open gates, and just rolling right through the 15 foot tall chain-link fence!

Matthew Murdock has posed:
"See? Subtle." Matt says, turning his hand up with his fingers uncurling from around the baton when Jessica goes leaping from the roof to soccer kick some driver in the face directly through the windshield of the truck. "Told you." The hint of a grin is fading now that things are kicking off. The baton comes out, not to strike Batgirl, but to tap against the front of her armored shoulder.

He doesn't turn to face her, but just as Jessica said, a small grin starts curling his lips before he says, "It's red velvet cake."

Then he too is leaping from the roof of the building, baton firing a line out one end that hooks around the looped top of a street light just as he crests it. The momentum sends him swinging down and at a wide angle, but he jerks his wrist just before the light tightens to unhook it from around the lamp so he sails further and drop kicks one of the 9 individuals at the meet. Both booted feet collid with the smugglers chest and send him flying backwards over the top of the crate he'd been offloading.

The Devil stands slowly with the baton twirling across the back of his knuckles. Instantly going into action as the other two, and three from another box truck, rush at him from all directions. Back swing of his right hand sends his baton flying, the collision with the targets face is hard enough to send blood (and teeth) flying into the air, along with the whirling flip of his weapon. He catches it in the air in a side flip that lands him atop one of the crates in a low crouch. With his weight shifting onto his left palm curling over the edge of his roost to send a vicious ax handle kick into the trapizoid muscles of a big Russians shoulder/neck. The nerves tickled, it drops him in position for the vicious punch that shatters the bridge of his nose with the baton fist-pack making his knuckles hard as stone.

One gets their arms around him, pinning his arms to the sides of his chest, while another comes forward to start throwing punches. Most of which connect, snapping Matt's head side to side, rocking his chest with hard claps of the padded armor covering his torso.

Until his head snaps back right into the one holding him's face. Both feet come up, plant in the punchers chest and shove off, sending both of them tumbling down into the ground, only Dardevil's loose from a weakened grip. He comes up with his knee pinned against the curve of the big guys throat, cutting off his oxygen. Fighting from a kneeling position, swatting at thrown fists with his baton, the inside of a thigh, or directly into a groin. This close proximity works in his favor, they're much bigger than he is, so they can't get him completely surrounded.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica Jones is very invulnerable compared to an average licensed private investigator in the state of New York. And not just because the majority of those other PIs were sixty year old men with enlarged prostates who couldn't sit through a two hour stakeout anymore without falling asleep or pissing their pants.

Jess still did that sometimes, but not because she was old or weak.

So she could survive being shot in the face. But she's not from Krypton. She's from Forest Hills, Queens. So it really fucking hurts. And the bullet is actually lodged in her forehead a little bit. Just burrowed in enough to break the skin. Now blood is trickling down the bridge of her nose and stinging her eyes a little bit and oh shit it's in her mouth. In professional wrestling, they call this the crimson mask. Jessica went to the show from time to time to blow off steam. She knew what it meant.

It meant it was time to get hardcore.

"FUCK YOU, PAL."

Her boot hits the guy in the chest and blasts the other door off the truck, letting the guy flip-spin his way out to get his head shaved by the asphalt. Serves him right..

"That's it, playtime's over," she says.

She yanks the wheel harder enough to wrench it right from its underpinnings, slamming on the break hard enough to break a foot through the floor, going full god damn FLintstone as the twisted axles combined with the sudden stop flip the cab, dragging its cargo up and over with it, sending the trailer spiralling towards a particular gathering of scumbags. Surely they will flee and barely make it out alive, concussed and waiting to be arrested by the proper authorities. And not just squashed flat like crepes in a rhino stampede, leaking their oozy strawberry jam all over the pavement.

Jessica tears her way out of the wreckage and tosses the wheel right into the face of another guy with a gun.

"I hate guns. I hate guns. I HATE FUCKING GUNS. THIS IS NEW YORK CITY ASSHOLES I KNOW YOU DON' THAVE A SINGLE FUCKING PERMIT DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH MY PERMIT COSTS ME."

"Oh yeah, she does also own multiple guns and has shot people. But she's upset.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
With the number of illegal weapons deals that manage to get busted up by the vigilantes of New York, or Gotham, one might think that the criminals would somehow try and evolve their methods. But for every weapons deal, or illegal substance deal, that got broken up by an intervening superheroic person, it was likely that a lot more of them were sadly successful, and never even known about.

Tonight, though, this one had caught the attention of these three heroic people, and even if it might lead to their bodies being injured, their expensive equipment being damaged, they still were valiantly putting themselves in to harms way, to try and ebb the flow of criminal actions, meant to bring death and despair to a population that had to deal with a lot already.

With Daredevil dancing in the style that he knew best, his acrobatic style of fighting allowing him to transfer kinetic attacks to multiple foes, the actions of Batgirl were not that different! She had landed beside the furthest box truck, and from there, she'd instantly been engaged by one of the large men, armed with a knife and a pair of brass knuckles. Sparks had flown, as his knife struck at Batgirl's armored gauntlets. She'd parried each attack, and delivered a hard kick to his chest, but the man had rebounded off of the side of the truck, and bounced right back at the bat-eared caped crusader, the smoke making all of the weapons traffickers have that much harder a time of seeing through tears, and the smoke veil itself.

Shouts echoed around the lot, as Batgirl was engaged from behind, a foe finding her in the fray, and firing upon her form with a ferocious blast from a shotgun! Batgirl had pushed the barrel of the gun aside at the last moment, causing the blast to obliterate the box truck's front passenger tire, causing the whole vehicle to lean to one corner, before the second man was back upon the woman in black and dark gold.

He screamed in pain, having grabbed at Batgirl's hair coming out of the back of her helmet, only to get a resounding current of shocking electricity sizzling through his body - her security system coming online whenever her hair might be tugged while in her protective gear. The big man crumpled, and Batgirl spun around to smash a fist in to the nose of the man with the shotty. Blood poured from his nostrils, as he sank to his knees, and received a powerful knee to his chin, causing his skull to jump back, and his body to fall limp to the pavement below.

Batgirl turned, and marched toward where she knew Daredevil was...

And throughout her fight, she heard Jessica's situation unfolding in no small amount of chaos itself.

The semi-truck crumpled to the ground, its trailer laying on its side now, and the vehicle's tires spinning after leaving the pavement proper. Only the trailer had just so much time to settle, before the roof burst outward, a hole punched through the top of it...

With Jessica and Daredevil finding their fists, and otherwise, bringing down the last of the box truck traffickers, a new foe tore its way out of the interior of the semi-truck's toppled trailer.

A robotic horse monstrosity, with four metal limbs, that crushed its way out of its ruined storage hold, and in to the embattled parking lot. It marched on to the concrete, with the fog of smoke rolling across it, while an armored rider atop it, adjusted the controls, and raised a rotary cannon up on the neck of the robotic horse mount that it was riding upon.

"oh shit..." Batgirl muttered, a second before the rotary cannon began firing at all of the gathered vigilantes impeding this transaction tonight!

Matthew Murdock has posed:
The fight was a chaotic mess that was definitely part of Daredevil's plan. He gets in close where size really doesn't matter, where his speed, agility, and vicious strikes become more dangerous inside the guard of, usually, very big goons who were sent to be intimidating to people who don't really know how to fight. Matt does.

Further more, he knows how to even odds quickly. He knows where to hit someone to take them out of a fight instantly without killing them. He knows how many pounds of pressure to apply someone's neck to tear muscles without snapping their spine. When he comes out of a twist and catches the side of one of the big guns hood with the curve of his hand, and slams the side of his face so hard against the grill the truck that it sounds like concrete smashing against an accordian.

The Devil isn't without his war wounds, of course.

You can't fight the way he does, putting his body directly in the path of harms away, without catching a few stray fists or kicks. He's bleeding from his nose, or mouth, he's not really sure which. With the baton in his hand painted crimson from smacking against the soft parts of mens faces..

Panting, with his shoulders heaving in each breath, the Devil of Hells Kitchen stands up just as the sound of metal rending echoes across the parking lot. He is, because of that, the first one to see that horse. In so far as he sees anything, but with his sonar like vision, the monstrocity ripping its way out of the back of the semi is as clear to him as if it were standing in a spotlight. "Oh sh-"

He mirrors Batgirl, the whine of the rotary cannon sounds like nails on a chalkboard to his ears as he dives behind one of the lopsided box trucks cover cover against the spray of bullets that's about to light this parking lot up like a Christmas Tree.

Jessica Jones has posed:
Jessica sees the horse monstrosity with the big cannon coming out and she just stares for a long moment.

"You have got to be shitting me," she says. "What the fuck? I changed my mind, bring back guns. I at least understand guns. WHY THE FUCK IS THAT THING A HORSE?" she yells.

"God dammit."

"Fuck."

"Sucks so fucking bad."

She goes back and rips the axle off of the truck she wrecked, a long bar of reinforced something or other. Just something she can swing. She breaks off one end of it with a twist of her wrist. Sharp point. Now can also stab. She breaks into a run, her wifebeater torn up the back and meaning there was a sixty percent chance of her doing a nip slip on the nightly news if one of those TV helicopters showed up. Great. Those comments on her Yelp page would be fun.

She leaps a good old superhero leap and tries to take a stab at teh big robot. Classic hero stuff.

Barbara Gordon has posed:
The silvery metal rotary cannon unleashed a fiery hellstorm of energy beams that shredded through the side of the box truck that the Daredevil rushed behind. With acrobatic flare, the red armored Hell's Kitchen guardian was swiftly out of the line of sight of the robotic horse mounted gunner, who continued to just cut the box truck in to two halves with that deadly alien gun! The sound was otherworldly, as though the energy itself was being pulled out of another dimension, and unleashed unto this one! As it raked over the western truck, it passed in the direction of Batgirl, who did not dash to the side, but instead, raised her grapple gun, and fired at the under carriage of one of her drones high above. The grapple hook latched on, and as the energy beams struck the ground where Batgirl had been, she now rose up at tremendous speed in to the night sky! Her cape spread out behind her back, and she took to the air, gliding in a wide perimeter around the situation below.

The gunner swung his cannon back toward where Daredevil had last been seen, and as he did so, he cut one of the men who had been guarding the box trucks down, ripping in to his body with energy blasts that sent him toppled over in to a smoking mess of very dead Human.

All of this unfolded, as Jess went for her improvised weapon, and as the Horse Rider took note of her, upon her approach, he directed his metal mount to walk to the side, and whip itself around, trying to intercept Jessica, only to be blocked by more pellets being fired from the bat drones in the sky!

these rounds were not smoke, however, and were in fact electrical in nature. They began smashing in to the sides of the robotic horse - and its rider - causing bursts of electrical pockets to blossom out around the metal limbs of the strange alien-tech powered mech. The rider seemed stunned by this, literally, but he too was armored-up in a strange suit of alien armor, and though this kept him from getting a direct firing line on Jessica, it did not stop him entirely. His cannon continued to fire, as the horse was battered by the bumper in Jessica's powerful grasp. The left back leg of the robot horse mount came up, attempting to kick Jessica square in her chest! If there wasn't a nip slip before, should this hard kick land, there sure as shit will be one to follow!

Batgirl came swooping down out of the sky, landing on the other side of the horse mount, and with a hard throw, she sent another electrical weapon toward its mid-section, this time in the form of a twirling batarang, that buried itself in the side of the robot, the burst causing half of it to sag, as some damage was delivered to the opposite side that Jessica had been smashing bits and pieces off of the robot horse.

They were making headway, but the cannon was still operational, and wildly trying to get a line of sight on one of the two women attacking it!

Matthew Murdock has posed:
The box truck is shredded all around him, which would be terrifying for almost anyone caught in a similar situation. While it certainly didn't lack for terror, Matt Murdock is just built different. Maybe it's stubborn religious ferver, it could be a New Yorkers senses of indignation, but ultimately it boils down to the same end result: Daredevil don't scare easy.

If the rumors are true?

    He doesn't scare at all.

The cannon shifts to follow after Batgirl and that's when Matt moves. He rolls out from behind what remains of his cover into a dead sprint in a semi-circle around the monstrocity that Jessica is wielding the wheel axel of a semi-truck against. That massive gun sweeps back in his direction, cuts up more of the box truck, and then trails after him sending up bits of dirt only three or four feet behind the beat of his feet across the parking lot. Dirt and concrete. Shaved sections of white in the grey that creates a screen of debris all around the red armored vigilante of Hells Kitchen.

His baton sails out with a side-arm flick of his wrist and hits the rider on the monsterous metal horse right in the curve of his armored jaw with enough force to knock his head back. It also sends the baton whirling upwards at an angle in the direction Daredevil is running and he snatches it out of the air as he leaps off the sagging front end of the semi after Jessica removed the wheels from the brackets.

Up in a twirl, aerial, that sends the baton out again. Smack, right in the otherside of the riders face, again sending it backwards in his direction. Only he's closer now. Landed on the sagging head of the mechanical horse, ducking beneath the swing of the cannon now being used as a blugeoning weapon. He catches his baton and throws it, ducks and twists his hips so the arm passes harmlessly over his backwards bent torso.

Throws the baton and catches it.

Bap, catch, bap, throw. Catch, throw, kick.

His foot smashes right into the center of an armored chest.

It doesn't knock the rider out of the saddle, but folds him backwards onto it. With Matt assuming a mounted position with his boots holding the armored figure down so he's literally throwing his baton straight down, richocheting it back into his hand to throw again, until the armor starts to break, sloth off, and reveal the goons exposed face.

With a growl, Daredevil slams his fist downward... and stops it inches from shattering the dudes jaw with a vicious, all weight into it, punch. Blood oozing from his face and nose beneath the pointed red front of his mask. Crimson stained teeth bared, little bloody bubbles popping out from betwixt them with each breath. He doesn't realize it, but he was shot several times. Right shoulder, left flank, upper left thigh. Now he's becoming aware. The fist cranes back and slams down into the mans face.

Then Matt slumps to the side, slides off the horse and falls in a heap on the concrete holding his flank. More pissed off than in pain as he works his way to his feet, takes a few steps, and stumbles down on a knee. "Fuck.." Face first into the concrete. Unconscious.

Jessica Jones has posed:
This has almost been fun for a while. Sure, she'd been shot in the face. That sucked, real hard. She was going to have to pick that bullet out. Yeah, she should let a paramedic or, gosh, even a doctor do that, but one of the best parts about having levels of both invulnerability and regeneration is that you often decide you can do entirely without health insurance. Because this country is a garbage fire and you have to pay so much money for that and Jess just did not because she didn't have to.

So she did her own bullet picking.

But smashing robot horses is fun and she's wrecking the shit out of this thing. Batgirl's doing some cool shit - those drones are very useful and she might want to borrow one or two for a case sometime. Maybe she could rent one. They seemed so expensive.

But then Daredevil's down and Jessica yells, "Don't ou fucking die on me, you red bitch!" she snarls. It makes her lash out, one full blooded shoryuken punch right up into the guts. Satisfied, she yanks out all the wire and internal guts of the thing hse can, flinging it back over her shoulder and diving down to check on him, "Make sure there's an ambulance coming," she shouts, and then looks down at Matt, "Don't worry, I'm only gonna let the paramedics stabilize you. I won't let them take your mask," she sasy. "Or keep any samples."

Barbara Gordon has posed:
Batgirl was not able to directly assist with any further part of dismantling the robotic mount, because some of the box truck guards had gotten up again, and were once more reaching for their weapons. thus, she was dealing with them, on the edge of the eastern truck's rear end. Hard kicks, crunching of bones, and a display of close quarters combat training that spoke volumes for the Bat-family's dedication to the arts of a wide variety of trainings, and styles. She took the men down, and stood over them, panting through the exersion of the hard workout, and the fact she was wearing a lot of armor too.

When she turned to look to the horse again, she saw Daredevil was down, Jessica was shouting at him, and the robotic mount? It was leaking water on to the pavement below. It was hydrogen powered... and Jessica had broken the fuel tank, so to speak.

As Jessica moved in to help Matt, Babs was there at their sides. She remained standing over them, and looked down at the both of them. Jess had blood all over her face, her clothing in tatters, and Matt appeared to be of little better shape... It pained her to see the two of them in this condition, but, her deductive reasoning told her that both were alive, and likely would survive another day.

"NYPD is a block away. They're inbound, with emergency services." She said, knowing full well that neither of them likely wanted to deal with that, though, for health care.

A rumbling engine roared up in to the parking lot, one that was not of the PD variety, but instead... solid black, armored car, with bright LED headlights shining on the concrete, as it drove up to where Batgirl stood, it taking up a position behind her. The canopy dome over the car's cockpit-style interior slid open, and Batgirl lowered down to help lift the Daredevil up.

"You're both taking my car to wherever you need to go. Be it your place, or to Temple." Yes, Babs knew of Claire.

"I'll catch up with you." She said, as she quite easily helped lift the heavy man up - her suit having a strength boosting skeletal system inside its design, making her stronger while in it, than she ever could be outside of it.

Turning, Batgirl walked with them toward the idling Batmobile, its engine revving several times, as the AI that drives it was preparing to leave in a rush.

From the nearby street, the reds and blues of incoming police action was impending, and the site here tonight? Well, it would raise a lot of questions, and prove that the Russians were indeed... back in town.

And they were not likely to be happy either.

Matthew Murdock has posed:
"Temple." Matt coughs out, spitting up a mouth full of blood. He need not look at Jessica, he can still sense she's there, but he's not in nearly as bad a shape as it probably appears. Lord knows he's had worse. That's what he'd say anyways, even if it weren't true. Who knows with Matt? Except that he is absolutely going to walk to that car under his own power, even if it means leaning heavily upon Jessica the whole way. With one arm around her shoulders and the other covering a high flowing bullet wound that passed directly through his armor into god knows what organs.

"Let Claire know we're coming." He hisses as he climbs up, awkwardly, into the Batmobile. He's not in a position to argue even if he wanted to. He's a psycho, perhaps, but he's not a suicidal one. He doesn't want to die tonight. "We'll be in touch." Said to Babs, reaching to pull his mask off because the restriction on the side of his neck was making it hard to breath. She knew who he was, and even if she didn't, dying wasn't worth his identity anyways. The Bats were a resourceful bunch.

Beneath, Matt's eyes were bloodshot, mostly from exersions than anything, and staring blankly ahead. They weren't foggy or dim, but sharp... even if he couldn't see a damn thing out of them. Another cough, and he catches blood in his palm, but despite this... he really doesn't seem that concerned?

He should, probably. He absolutely should. These are wounds that would kill most people.

The Devil of Hells Kitchen isn't most people.

"Thanks." To Babs, then he's slipping back into... unconsciousness? It doesn't seem like unconsciousness... it seems more like a trance.