I'd like to commission the help of anyone who has an understanding of chemical compounds. Or anyone who has matter-transmutation powers.

I have a substance you can't find in this world, and I'd like to duplicate it, at least on a small-scale, for personal use. I can compensate well.

( Private to The Batman/Bruce Wayne, HEAVILY ENCRYPTED )

[The feed clicks on, and Red X is focused in the middle of the screen. The room he's in is barren, and there's no ambient sound that can be heard. He motions to himself, specifically his suit, then holds up a photo of a pirate, and shakes his head ( Read more... )

[There's some ragged breathing, though one can't exactly tell if it's from being worn out, or just rigorous exercise.]

You know, sometimes, you need to remind yourself how vicious the darkness creatures can get.

[A swallow.]

Guess I should train up some more. None of them have super-speed yet, so at least there's that.

[Short, black hair; cavalier, almost friendly voice; between this and the IP encryption, no one would figure that this kid and Red X are the same person.]Hey, Port foreigners, I've been curious about doing some martial arts training, y'know, self-defense and the like, and I was wondering if anyone would either be willing to teach me, or point me ( Read more... )

Well. I don't remember that from the brochure.

Last time, there weren't chumps with cotton swaps and proctology gloves ready to molest the inside of my mouth for a saliva sample. Nor were they able to make the suit stop working...

Guess I'll have to keep on my toes even more than before, now.

Guess who's back, kids.