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The loud sound that cracked through the night immediately got his attention. Could be nothing. Most probably was something.

He flew through the air, grappling hook at the ready, twacking off the edge of buildings and catching air as his cape fluttered in the wind. It hadn't been a quiet night, for one thing, and the return of Spoiler was weighing heavily on his mind. It almost interfered with patrolling. Almost. Even if this wasn't his Gotham, he still had a duty.

His heavy boots landed on the edge of a rooftop as he peered into the alley. The noise had come from here. It had come from the crumpled figure below, and he just barely caught sight of a man running pell-mell in the distance, as if he had been frightened beyond all belief.

After all, he was quite good at doing that, and knew exactly the type of run and reaction a man would have against a...Bat.

He swung down and landed below, and peered curiously at the armored form below him. He was figuring, thinking, trying to analyze the suit before him. It was a mechanical marvel, just from the outset of it. And it had such a familiar feel to the way it was constructed. Female, too. Could it be the woman he had recently met in the cafe? He was still very wary and careful.

"You okay?" his gruff voice came out a bit nicer than usual. "You make that noise?"

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It was getting harder to breath. She still couldn't see, but she found herself turning her eyes upward and toward the police station, even though Jim had stopped using the Batsignal after he'd informed her that she was becoming too violent for his tastes.

Wincing slightly, she slipped her gauntlets off, then started to try and get her hands to obey and press the catches that would open the rest of the armor.

"Have to hurry. Others'll have heard the horn," she rasped faintly.

She was having a harder and harder time of it, and without another word his hands reached down to help pull the gauntlets and some of the other armor away. Time was indeed of the essence. He didn't think he could carry both her and her armor, either.

"Where do you want to stash this?"

"Dumpster. Already emptied...." Her eyes narrowed with rage as her whole body seemed to suddenly rise up in rebellion; going numb and then burning with pain. -Not again. NO! I wont accept it!-

She didn't notice that she'd bitten her lip hard enough to draw blood.

It was a risk, but a necessary one. They didn't have to worry about stolen technology now, and if some thug had gotten a piece they'd easily be able to track it even if it was sold. His eyes watched her as she reacted strangely, something was very wrong once again. He said nothing else even though he probably should have asked if she was alright, but kept on helping her remove the rest of her armor, and taking the bits to the dumpster.

And then her abused body reached its limit and she suddenly couldn't move. She lay there, blind and wracked by pain, and the only emotion she could feel was anger at the betrayal.

Suddenly she stopped moving, but only in some kind of frustrated manner as if she couldn't move. He blinked, seeing the familiar sight of one's body betraying them. He had known a bit of this, when Bane had broken his back...it brought painful memories.

"Batwo--Brenda. Brenda?" His voice was low, hissed. But it was probably of no use, and he really did have to hurry. He figured out which clasps led to which, and did his best to undo the rest of the armor, being as gentle as he could while working quickly. Soon she was free of her armor.

She bit through her lip again as he moved her to get her out of the armor, but made no sound till she lay in only the thin silver jumpsuit that she wore beneath the Suit. Then she cleared her throat and said faintly, in a voice that showed the pain despite her efforts. "Alright."

"Alright," he echoed, the armor finally cleared away and hidden within the dumpster. "Where is it?" His head motioned in the direction of the mini-cave, as he bent down to pick her up.

Brenda fought for control, but still managed to only whisper co-ordinates that were as familiar to him as his names. A roaring filled her ears, throbbing in time with the pain. "Code for... robots... 'Alfred says'."

"Got it." Bruce gave one last curt nod before he tightened his grasp on her body and reached for his grappling hook. His gloved fingers tightened and the line was off, attaching itself to an outcropping of a rooftop. There was a second to let the line tighten and they were off into the night air.

She was nearly unconcious by the time he reached the hidden entrance, her head lolling as her eyes fluttered.

An alarm went off as he entered, and a robot rolled forward, the two arms on its platform base moving menacingly.

He noted the decline of her current status, and was only the tiniest bit annoyed when the robots showed up, even though it was a good thing of course, that she has them.

"Alfred says..." he said in clear voice, shifting his weight to hold onto Brenda steadier, just in case the code was somehow wrong and he had to fight them.