Seeing as the City had decided to muck with reality once more, turning day to night and leaving it there, the Bat was out at all hours. Zoe did rest, did sleep, and did eat, but she did not stop. She could not stop helping, and she believed Jesse would understand. Had he not played God for so long not so long ago? Was he still doing so and answering prayers? She tried not to think too hard about that.
She continued her patrols, and she would do so for as long as the City decided to play this ridiculous game. The Amazon really wanted a face to punch. As luck would have it, there was a face needing punching not far below where she was currently perched.
With the help of much training and perhaps one grappling gun, the Bat was on the ground. She hadn't seen who the victim was, but a victim was a victim, for the most part. A tap to the assailant's shoulder was followed by something she'd seen watching one of Jesse's movies.
"Why don't you pick on someone your own size?" Attention on the bad guy, the victim only mildly important. Mainly that the victim remain alive through all this.
Being ever so eloquent, the bad guy gave a quick retort of "Fuck you" and decided to attack. There was no elegance, no panache as there might have been with some of the villains. This guy was full on thug, and sort of on the big side. The Bat shifted weight a bit to use the attacker's momentum against him...right into a nearby dumpster.