*A warehouse on the edge of Gotham*
It was as though Hayden had willed the cage into existence, and maybe he did. His power levels are somehow now off the charts -- he can do things he's never been able to do, even with the Medusa Mask.
It's comfortable enough -- no manacles or such, a couple benches. Something in his manner says he doesn't expect to keep Jordan or Sue long. He doesn't seem to particularly intent on killing them, either -- he could have done that easily enough.
The half-dozen thugs are twitchy. They fidget like junkies: edgy, anticipating something.
Hayden looks up at his machine, but doesn't sit on the throne. He's waiting for something, too.
All their eyes turn when the door quietly opens, and a man in a white, linen suit walks in.
Tanner Kae.
"Susan, Jordan," he says cordially, although the southern accent he used to have is gone. "How wonderful you could make it to our little party."
It's comfortable enough -- no manacles or such, a couple benches. Something in his manner says he doesn't expect to keep Jordan or Sue long. He doesn't seem to particularly intent on killing them, either -- he could have done that easily enough.
The half-dozen thugs are twitchy. They fidget like junkies: edgy, anticipating something.
Hayden looks up at his machine, but doesn't sit on the throne. He's waiting for something, too.
All their eyes turn when the door quietly opens, and a man in a white, linen suit walks in.
Tanner Kae.
"Susan, Jordan," he says cordially, although the southern accent he used to have is gone. "How wonderful you could make it to our little party."