Barbara limped down the back ally. She had lost Bruce and dick and was clutching her rib desperately.
She was trying to find Wayne manor but was hopelessly lost. She sighed as her warm breath evaporated in the cold air and turned to smoke.
Her red hair was tangled and matted and her face was full over cuts and Bruses in a straight line.
Crowbar. She mutters some choice
Words under her breath as she falls against the wall.