The storm hit just as Zoe was about to pull on her night job uniform. At first it seemed like any other bit of rain, but then...She cursed softly, stowing away the Batgear. The suit was useful and probably would keep her safe, yet she really did not want to get caught somewhere in it. Instead, she changed into something more durable than a pair of heels and some designer business suit. Actually, she was rather happy to find something like her old clothes before she came to the City. So, she went out to find her way home, or at least get some idiots off the street. She wasn't considering herself as one of those idiots, just a big damn hero type.
The Wayne building had pretty much emptied out for the evening, and Zoe's suggestion to the right people that they batten down the hatches, get ready for a hell of a storm, had been heard. So, when it was all over, they were ready to start repairs. Windows on various floors were blown out. Research was either destroyed or missing. Experiments were going to have to be repeated. Records had to be found, if they could be. The flooding had been stopped before it hit one of the key server rooms. She probably hadn't needed to say anything to the staff; unlike other people from the City, this lot seemed to have it together. She hoped.
The Amazon never made it home that night. Instead she found herself holed up once more in an empty church building; she wasn't sure if it had been Book's or the one she'd found refuge in during the zombie infestation. It didn't matter. It was a pretty damn good shelter during the storm, and it served as such for more than just the warrior woman. As soon as the storm died down, she crawled out from the small barricade she and the others had made. Zoe made sure they all got out and were on their ways to somewhere safe. She reminded them to be wary; crazy types tended to take advantage after destruction like this, or so her time during the war had suggested.
During the storm, she tried not to think about anything other than those people gathered in the church building with her. She'd make sure they made it. Now that it was over, she called work. Everything seemed okay. Checked on Alfred, again okay - he'd taken stock of her hideout in the Wayne Building, okay too. Nothing broken that couldn't be replaced. Dinah and Jake? Alfred would get back to her on that. All the while there was a nagging inside, and finally she gave in to wonder if she should call Jesse. Zoe never dialed the number. Instead, she got this feeling that he was just fine; she also sent a small curse at that feeling for gorram godlike powers, too. She was smiling at the good news.
So, with the others on their way, she decided to be on her own way, maybe help out any people she could find. She might not be wearing the suit, but that didn't stop her from trying to help and making things right.