Run!

The hairs on Barbara's neck shot up straight beneath her cowl. She immediately turned around and ran towards the window, ready to hopefully ride the explosion out of the window and narrowly escape her fate.

At least, that's how she planned it.

The bomb was set off a lot faster than she thought, and soon, she found herself swept up by a giant fireball that launched her out of the window and onto the cold, wet pavement outside. Smoke and embers followed her as she came to a rolling stop, a little sore but otherwise seemingly unharmed. As she got up, however, she could instantly tell that she wasn't in as good of shape as she thought.

Her cape was burnt up and full of holes, rendering it useless. Her bodysuit was partially destroyed, entire sections of the back, front and sides reduced to ashes, exposing much of her body. Half of her ass was just exposed, along with missing a whole boot. Her gloves were frayed and charred, missing fingers and the fins had been reduced to burnt stumps. One of her boobs was left almost hanging fully exposed, just held in by some strands of fabric that felt as though they were going to give out at any minute. Her cowl was likewise damaged, having almost half of it burnt out to expose her face on the left side. Her utility belt was also gone, probably caught in the explosion somewhere inside. Thankfully, aside from some bits of hair getting singed, she herself was mostly intact.

Without wasting a breath, Barbara went to go collect herself and figure out a plan of retreat. Whoever set this bomb up must have been close by. They wanted her to find it and suffer this tragedy. But, with a half-destroyed suit and no gadgets or communication to the Batcave, she was a sitting duck.