using whatever strength she has left, the messy haired blonde dragged her nearly limp body into the common area. Her rain soaked golden unruly locks hanging limply behind her like a mop. Her dark coal framed eyes were smeared with rain and tears of pain. Dinah looked like an utter wreck. She strolled in like she was on her last leg; barely able to stand on her own two combat booted feet.

Her vision was starting to become hazy, as if she was tripping on some type of drug that was running through her system. But alas wishing it was some type of fun drug, it sadly was not. Unstably she seeked refuge on the nearest sitting surface to keep her body stable. She didn't want to sprawl out and cause a scene in front of the other patrons and occupants in the room. She wanted to suffer in her own humiliation and pain by herself. Her own stupidity had caused her such grave injuries as these.


The sounds around her were becoming hazy and foggy, almost sounding like a dull thundering. She blinks a few times and shakes her head, only pulling a loud and painful [b]FUCK[/b] from her bruised and swollen lips. Her head was heavy and felt heavy, probably suffering at least a minor concussion if she was lucky. How she was still conscious was due to her own sheer willpower. Or maybe it was Karma's sick twisted joke and not letting her faint. She had managed to make her way to this area, using a specially made teleporter device some man with Batears had given all of her team. [sup]The device had been hardly usable left in some type of twisted carnage.[/sup] But by sheer luck of the Gods, Dinah had been able to teleport to this place. It was the simplest and least complicated place her injured brain could come up with. Her concussed brain can't fathom exactly how she even remembered this place's Latitude and Longitude configurations; but she did.  Guessing it had to do with being her--[sup]Home away from home[/sup] type of feel.


Her body seemed to be losing more blood by the second and her just lounging there and coating the sitting surface below her with her crimson life force wasn't helping her state any. Dinah lets out a soft little whimper as she bends her body, the rather sizable claw marks running from slender leg to her stomach was aching like a motherfucker. She felt like she was being dipped into the flames of hell. Right now, she'd actually rather be in hell than having to suffer with this pain. Whatever the beast she had faced must have had some type of poison dipped on it's claws or venom. It had to be a nameless alien creature that landed on Earth.


The stubborn blonde not being one to handle teams well and being too bullheaded for her own good went on her own. She regretted not listening, her body was paying for her stupidity right now. Her mentally scolding was cut short with the sharp sting of her biting into the black painted flesh of her bottom lip. [s]Whomever made the lip stain she wore, needed to be praised, it didn't even smear.[/s] Dinah feels another lightning bolt of pain shoot through her body, causing her to nearly crumble on the couch below her. The 5'0" stature blonde grips the back of the couch to her bearings. She continues to reach into her medical kit, she kept in her leather pack. Her hands are shaking like mad as she's beginning to see black spots paint her vision. She takes small deep and shallow breaths, trying to make her self focus. [sub]'Take things slow, go nice and easy. Don't push yourself. You're only human; you're not a Kryptonian.'[/sub] she mutters to herself under her breath, reciting one of the many lines she's heard from her mentors over the short span of her hero career.

As she reaches for the sterile white medical kit with a cute little canary wearing a rather sexy nurse costume on it. She shakes as she's having trouble undoing the clasp that holds it shut.  She manages to undo it, she swears angels are singing above when she does. Maybe she was starting to hear things in her pained state. Dinah's shaky hands reach for a rather sizable gauze pad, ripping it open.
[18:06] [user]Dinah L[/user]: . She shakes as she's having trouble undoing the clasp that holds it shut.  She manages to undo it, she swears angels are singing above when she does. Maybe she was starting to hear things in her pained state. Dinah's shaky hands reach for a rather sizable gauze pad, ripping it open. Good thing it was sticky, she doesn't think she'd have the strength to fumble with medical tape. Using whatever medical training her pain fuzzled brain can configure into a coherent memory. She reaches for the cleansing spray; knowing this stuff was going to sting like a [b]mother-fucker.[/b] Her teeth dig deeper into her lip, as she nearly blacks out for a second feeling the sting of the spray hit her like a fucking truck. She stops the scream that threatens to rip from her throat. Knowing her luck, it'd be the strongest [color=yellow][b]Canary Cry[/b][/color] of her short life. She didn't want to have deafening a whole room of innocent bystanders to weigh on her conscious.

Dinah's swearing this beast who caused her grave harm from Gotham to The Justice League Space Tower. She's even swearing it to whatever the Green Lantern living planet's name is. She was extremely fucking lucky she managed to get of a canary bomb, combined with her own scream she was able to blast the thing into a thousand pieces. The blood that was on her, wasn't mostly hers. [sup]She probably looked like Carrie from that one scene where those cunts spill pigs blood on her..and get[/sup][sup][b] RECKT[/b][/sup]

By some roll of the fates, the slender blonde is able to get herself patched up before the darkness of her injuries take over her, making her sink into the inky blackness of unconsciousness.