A new Cicada...
It seems what they say about the revolving door of Arkham is possibly true. Not so long after his transfer to Gotham's most infamous penitentiary, Hersch had engineered his escape. It's not so difficult to manipulate the mind of a downtrodden guard, and even easier when he's a fan of the colourful costumed heroes of America. Especially... Lord Flash.
"Oh, Lord Flash..." If Cicada had ever given up on his faith for the Flash, his God, he may never have come up with the devious plan that he had. But offering to talk to the man, this guard, about his encounters with the speedster were... oh. That was all the incentive he needed for a quiet corner of a quiet room, and the quick blade to the gut that gave Cacada the strength to walk straight from that place with his head held high.
Nobody would believe how he did it. Literally using the sapped life force from this worthy sacrifice so that he could disappear from all electronic sensors, if only for a few minutes. But a few minutes were all he needed.
Money had never been an issue for Hersch, and finding a trouble-free route to Keystone City even easier. The Gotham villains spent so long going over grudges and in-fighting that there was no wonder they were all locked up within months of escape, but, for Cicada... he had another plan in mind.
Another cult. A cult inspired by the speedster that terrorised Keystone those few days ago; Jesse Quick. Or at least to the public, it seemed to be Jesse Quick. And with this in mind, Hersch laid out his tools in an empty slaughterhouse purchased long ago, plastic sheets flapping in the gentle breeze, and mirror-shades lowered to reveal the electricity crackling in his eyes. "I shall do you proud, Lord Flash."
"Oh, Lord Flash..." If Cicada had ever given up on his faith for the Flash, his God, he may never have come up with the devious plan that he had. But offering to talk to the man, this guard, about his encounters with the speedster were... oh. That was all the incentive he needed for a quiet corner of a quiet room, and the quick blade to the gut that gave Cacada the strength to walk straight from that place with his head held high.
Nobody would believe how he did it. Literally using the sapped life force from this worthy sacrifice so that he could disappear from all electronic sensors, if only for a few minutes. But a few minutes were all he needed.
Money had never been an issue for Hersch, and finding a trouble-free route to Keystone City even easier. The Gotham villains spent so long going over grudges and in-fighting that there was no wonder they were all locked up within months of escape, but, for Cicada... he had another plan in mind.
Another cult. A cult inspired by the speedster that terrorised Keystone those few days ago; Jesse Quick. Or at least to the public, it seemed to be Jesse Quick. And with this in mind, Hersch laid out his tools in an empty slaughterhouse purchased long ago, plastic sheets flapping in the gentle breeze, and mirror-shades lowered to reveal the electricity crackling in his eyes. "I shall do you proud, Lord Flash."