The Bug glides silently through the sky, approaching a warehouse address discovered from leftover technology recovered from an android copy of the Toyman. An android constructed with Coluan technology, as a matter of fact ( Read more... )

Flamebird can't do anything right now with this situation that is unfolding. She's not a good enough fighter to go after this Karate Kid and the rest of it is waiting on the fighters bringing him in. The situation with Wally and Jesse is awesome but uncertain. And then there is this woman, laying here in the med ward ( Read more... )

Back aboard the Watchtower, in a secure clean room cut off from the tower's networks, Beetle has begun to dissect the remnants of the technology recovered from the Toyman's lair..

.. including a robotic duplicate of the Toyman.

"Geez, Winslow - I thought you need to lose some weight before you were constructed with a titanium steel frame ( Read more... )

The cargo-elevator comes to a shuddering halt in a well-lit undergound storage facility, and the gates automatically open, showing Jesse and Jason the layout before them ( Read more... )

In a refurbished warehouse sitting in one of Midway City's worst neighborhoods, T.O. Morrow is hard at work. He has a few days of beard stubble, and he hasn't changed the garish Hawaiian shirt he's using in lieu of a labcoat in about the same amount of time. He stirs his martini with a tiny straw as he studies the schematics of his latest ( Read more... )

Out in the hallway Jesse slows to normal speed, and finally stops.

"Guy's a little difficult to find. I hope he didn't end up already heading home..." She walks a bit more, and then stops again.

"Computer, please tell me the present location of Red Hood... Red Robin... whatever you have him in your database as."

Bette Kane fought against sleep for as long as she could manage it but finally she succumbed to it. She thought that her dreams would be terrifying but instead there is mostly murky images with nothing that sticks with her as she comes back to the surface of conciousness. There are images that cling to her but they don't fit together, they don't ( Read more... )