[There's a commotion around the corner from her, the sound of people screaming and breaking glass, small explosions and the sound of water erupting. A moment later, everything is quiet. If she goes to check, she'll find a large group of them splayed out on the ground unconscious. To the left side of the street is Bruce, using a hex crowbar to close off the fire hydrant he had opened up on them.
He's not looking too hot at this point; his once immaculate suit is dirty and torn, jacket gone and sleeves rolled to the elbows. He has a few minor cuts, but his knuckles look the wrist, with his expensive silk tie torn in two and wrapped around them. He's been doing this for hours, and his breathing is a little heavier for it. He takes a rest against the side of a car to take a breath.]
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He's not looking too hot at this point; his once immaculate suit is dirty and torn, jacket gone and sleeves rolled to the elbows. He has a few minor cuts, but his knuckles look the wrist, with his expensive silk tie torn in two and wrapped around them. He's been doing this for hours, and his breathing is a little heavier for it. He takes a rest against the side of a car to take a breath.]