Daisy had help getting to her feet. She was grabbed by the back of her collar and hauled clear into the air, fabric constricting around her throat where her hands flew to, trying to pull it away, and feet kicking uselessly as much as she tried to direct a solid blow to her attacker's stupid stomach. He held her above his head, looking up at her in what Daisy assumed was some fucked up teasing way for so quickly getting the better of her, which would be his fucking downfall. With only one fist curled under ther collar, she reached out as if to grab that mask right off his gloating face and with a probably overenthusiastic push it did vibrate loose, first pushing inwards and heating up dangerously before Daisy gasped desperately for air and her arm dropped listlessly. The mask fell to the ground with a clang, revealing the mechanical workings behind it. Of course she couldn't unmask the real Doom, of course.
The Doombot's reaction was slightly delayed, likely out of carelessness that it didn't actually have a face, and just turned its head down to see the mask laying on the floor. That's when Daisy' kicked again, landing her steel toe directly where the fucking thing didn't have a nose, making it stutter with some fucking brain jam that made it have a little robot seizure and drop Daisy unceremoniously to the floor again. She grunted, feeling her back scraped to shit from the brick she dragged down, and her kneecaps bruised from the impact, but before the Doombot properly recovered Daisy was snatching it's ugly fucking dress and hauling herself to her own feet, swinging it against the wall.
With eyes glowing, she gave another shove against the thing's shoulder, and a rather erratic vibration that sent a shudder through the orphanage, making the wall start to crumble and covering the pair with a coating of dust. One more push had the Doombot embedded in the stone in a perfect Doombot print, broken bricks dropping to the floor around it, and Daisy snatched up and slapped her bomb thing onto its stupid fucking chest.
How much time did she have left? The Doombot made a weak attempt at dislodging itself as Daisy stared at the deadly little square, and she took that as a cue to save her own ass. She turned, blindly bolting away from the orphanage, putting some solid looking structures between her and it as she went until she skidded to a halt behind a quaint little house and between their rattling, rusty garbage cans. She crouched with her hands over her ears and eyes squeezed shut, trying not to picture sweet little orphans, or hoping her escape had been erratic enough to throw off any more Doombots.