| Traitors to Humanity Part 1 | |||||
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| What: The Culprit behind the LBJ Bombings strikes again | |||||
Night time, a little before midnight in Indio California, One of the few attractions to Indio was the General Patton Museum. In light of the FDR incident the museum had hired a night time rental guard just to make sure the place was safe.
Outside of the Museum was a remembrance wall dedicated to those that gave their life up in service, similar to the Vietnam Memorial wall in DC. The guard was near the wall when he paused then ran up to inspect it. A giant "X" was carved into one part the wall then the word, "Verrater" on the other side.
As the guard reached up to radio the disturbance in someone came up from behind. Grabbing the back of the guard's head the intruder quietly slammed his face into the memorial.
Again and again, flesh met stone until there was a crimson stain upon it. "Mischling," his attacker spat quietly before stepping over the bleeding person. It seemed another Museum was going to get a very unexpected visitor.
Twenty minutes had passed before security had noticed anything. One of the cameras had caught a glimpse of the blood trail that came from the wound be guard. A call went out talking about "suspicious activity," to nine-one-one. There was an elevated sense of Alarm given the Lyndon Baines Johnson Library bombing from less than a week ago. This was not a call for most heroes. Usually, they dealt with things that more than a few troopers could handle. Tonight it was two cars, each with one unit.
Cops came by and gave the place a look over. When the security guard saw he was no longer alone the call with the nine-one-one dispatcher.
The cops stopped at the memorial. Around this time the security man started to bang a few of the monitors because there was a little bit of static interference. Unfortunately the hitting made the screen go out they surmised.
Standing the cops were just examining the giant "X" and the word "Verrater." Five minutes ticked by as they tried to figure out what this meant before something startled them.
"Didn't expect to see you here," one asked.
The other gave a sign of relief before they said, "What's with the new costume? Not sure what to make of the lenses," the officer gestured around his own eyes.
For a moment their guest was silent before saying, with a thick German accent, "I'm not him."
The intruder moved quickly before the cops could realize what had happened. One guard had his neck snapped in an instant. The second was pounced upon and found gurgling noises leaving his mouth after his neck was cut.
"Schwein," the intruder spat before taking their guns and resuming his business.
There were two dead cops, their cars abandoned, one very badly beaten, possibly dying security guard, and one guy working monitor duty that was about to make his second phone call. The attacker was not in any immediate sight.
It's rare that Hyperion comes this far out, as most of the really crazy stuff happens in New York. However, flight makes for ease of patrol if he decides to look for trouble outside the East Coast's more notorious cities, and so he's doing here, and when the sound of flesh meeting stone repeatedly hits his ears, he's already in motion. He has a general idea where the sound is coming from, and heads towards it, husbanding his speed. Doesn't want to alert whoever is slamming people's heads into stone, after all. He soon spots the dead cops and abandoned cars. He frowns. Something's up. Landing, he begins to scan the area for signs of the perpetrators.
Jessica was in Oregon, visiting her sister whom she has not seen since she got the ring. She was asleep when the ring woke her, "I feel a spike in fear in a place south of here." Volthoom stated, then added, "and the potentiasl for much more fear to come."
Jessica, though only just awakened, knew what had to be done, shifting into costume and flying south
Side jobs are fun things. Especially for someone who like... sleeps a couple hours a -week-. The Titans seem to have things well in hand and don't tend to need Heather for lots of stuff. Since she can't leap tall buildings with a locomotive in her hands while outrunning a hail of gunfire... But she does have the training to be a good security professional. Her side company: Arm Candy Personal Security.. contacted her about a client who needed protection. A Congressman who hails from Metropolis had reason to believe that there was a plot against his life. So.. Heather took the job. She had professionals give her a makeover so that she didn't look one hundred percent like herself. Her own hair pulled back and up and a really REALLY good wig making her a brunette.. as well as well done colors and makeup to adjust the view of her basic features. She's not really trying to not be recognized in the long run... just not immediately. A designer gown... slit up one side to the hip, and down the front to the mid-abdomen... it's a royal blue in color. The Congressman is unmarried, so having a pretty girl on his arm isn't such a big deal. Her job was to look good, to make -him- look good, and to keep her eye out for a potential threat. That was an event nearby, and it had ended. Heather rode with the congressman back to his hotel.. and when he was tucked away securely in his room, the driver took her back to her hotel. She'd rented a suite at a different hotel... if only because staying in the same hotel might have made people think untoward things were happening -after- the event. She wanted to maintain at least -some- of her dignity. So in the car, she removed the wig and chatted amicably with the driver. Then... hey, cops? "Hey Jimmy. Drop me here, I'll walk the two blocks." And the driver was hesitant until she said, "I've been trained by a former Mossad agent, I think I can handle a mugger if it happens." And so, she got out of the car across the street.. in her evening gown, but in running shoes now, not her heels thank GOD! She has her Titans ID in hand as she crosses the street to get to the cops and speaks up in a friendly manner, "Hey OFficer. What's going on?" to the nearest one she can see.
There's someone lurking in the shadows, tapping wireless systems with a compact notebook. The figure, a woman in a dark blue costume, her face ibscured by a full mask, tilts her head at a sound.
WOO WOO WOO
"Hmm, bet that's something I need to look at." The woman packs away her electronics, and starts off in the direction of the sirens.
A moment earlier Power Girl had been on the Watchtower, far above Earth. The Krytonian was adjusting some of the sensors when she note the call on the space station's flagged emergency feed. It was time for a break from the tedious tweaking.
A moment later Power Girl appeared on a nearby building by means of the matter transference system of the Justice League. Her eyes shifting through the spectrums an her hearing scanning for the source of the disturbance, attention keying in on the wounded security officer.
The officer didn't move. Upon a closer look it was apparent the cops were dead. Between no movement, source of injuries, and the amount of blood from one that became crystal clear. This was no mere mugger. For one the police had all of their items on them except for their sidearms. Both had been taken. Whoever this was had weapons now.
Hyperion arrived to see Heather looking over the bodies. It was clear she wasn't the killer. First off, the expressions on her face, whatever they were, had an air of credibility to them. Acting only went too far. Plus her clothing would have been stained.
Jessica, due to the later arrival, could have seen someone moving into the building from the roof. Whoever was moving used shadows and other bits of stealth familiar to people that favored recon.
The dark blue clad hero, the one with the digital notebook, would have seen the heroic duo inspecting the bodies. Power Girl showed up just after Jessica Cruz did. Now, the group had become one of four, not just two.
Power Girl would have picked up the sounds as she was listening for them. These were heavy footsteps thanks to boots, and an unmistakable swishing sound of a cape. When someone was a part of a heroic team they could have gotten used to that sound. It was just so very common.
Another noise would have filled the senses of those looking with super hearing, it was the sound of someone getting knocked out from a well-placed blow. Sitting down was a figure. Anyone looking with X-Ray would have seen a figure in black. They got on the PA system to the musem before saying, "Fur das neue Reichsmen."
Anyone with their hearing up would have heard the familiar sound of a countdown click. That digital "beep. Beep," as numbers ticked down. Hearing the sound didn't tell where the devices were, or how much time they had. Looks like people were going to have to locate them.
A bunch of explosives were on the roof. They all looked rigged to go with a timer. There were five in total.
While Heather may not have had any of the super senses she would have felt her danger sense go through the roof just before the mystery man spoke.
Hyperion is eyeing the place over, using his ability to see through solid objects to see if the perpetrators are nearby, while also listening in, trying to focus on conversations and sounds that would be out of place in this area of the city. Whoever did this did so for a reason, and are probably still here. He walks towards the blood is, and looks for signs of tracks and impressions by feet that wouldn't be immediately visible to the naked eye, as well. He's aware of the other heroes who have arrived, but for the moment, that concern is secondary to trying to track down whoever is responsible for these deaths.
Jessica is hovering over the building when the statement sounds from the speakers, her ring echos "for the new Imperials" in translation. She noticed someone moving on the roof, and focused her attention. Concentrating she scans the roof of the building, finding a woman carrying electronic devices, and several bundles of explosives. Jessica concentrates on what she wants to do...she wants to cut the wires on the bombs that connect to the dtonators, so that the bombs will not go off, but first she wants to put a barrier between the bombs and the building, in case there is a trigger that will set off the bombs if the wires are cut. She has to concentraste hrd, because Volthoom knows bombs and she doiies not, so she has to listen to him and keep him in check, while maintaining the barrier. She will be just floating there in mid sky glowing green while she does this...
Dead officers. Well that sucks. Heather called out again, "Officer?" as she approached and then.. she narrowed her eyes and went to check the bodies. Checking first for a pulse because.. she doesn't have super duper X-ray mumbo jumbo and can't hear heartbeats. But her fingers work fine. Then.. hearing the words, she thinks in her head, "Oh shit. I give it five seconds. Take Cover!" she yells just as the voice says that over the PA. Hey, she has no idea how tough Hyperion is. She's trying to help. And then she's hefting the body of the guy she hasn't had time to check.. running to take cover behind the nearest vehicle just in case the guy's not -fully- dead yet. She even goes so far as to cover his body with her own just in case it's one of those... destroy everything in town.. bombs. You know, enough C4 to put a hole in the world. "Please don't be radioactive, please don't be radioactive." she mutters as she gets into position, tucking her ID card into her dress in the only place she has to hold it... yep, you guessed it, boob storage.
The dark-blue clad woman stills. She didn't need Jessica's ring to translate what the voice said. "Great, just what I need - explosions. Better get to the bottom of this." She's staying back for now, afraid of getting directly involved it seems. She opens her notebook again, now trying top trace down any wireless devices - internet or not.
Power Girl hovers lightly up, scanning the roof top explosives. A slow breath, and her eyes scan the explosives quickly. Then Karen's eyes take in the hovering Jessica. She blurs in a sudden rush of speed to begin collecting up the explosives, if possible, disarming, otherwise simple snatching and flying upward high enough to fling them towards space. Planning is good, but acting is often a first choice for Karen in a crisis.
No impressions could be found to the naked, or superhuman enhanced, eye. Everything was pretty solid concrete. There was no dirt around to even leave an impression. It was going to be up to sound and sight. He was probably going to feel a strain at using both. Although Hyperion could tell the person behind the devastation was working their way out of a back window. Their steps were calm and deliberate so the timer had a few moments.
Here was the test for Jessica. There were enough explosives here to level the building. As the constructs formed it was up to the ring decide how destructive it was going to be, because the constructs could have snipped the wrong wire causing a quicker detonation. This was going to be a test of her will against the ring's desire to destroy everything.
As Heather was screaming, ducking for cover nothing happened immediately, but her danger senses did not go down. It stayed at that level. There was time to react. Time to prevent the danger or gather more intel. Although there was a shift in this sense, it was like the danger had split into two like an ameba. There was danger coming from the building and nearing the back. It was no longer one giant source of it, but two lesser yet still disturbing cells.
Power Girl was quick to act. Snagging the explosives would have relieved pressure off of Jessica because the temptation was gone. Too many wires were the same though. That meant a simple toss into space. With a heave they were gone. An explosion was barely seen. As this happened Heather's danger sense waned a little. One of the sources had winked out. The other was still strong.
Hacking into cyberspace would have told the mysterious hero that the bombs had remotes and a signal to go off after such a point. The markings were there, but Power Girl's chuck would inadvertently stopped any hacking alternative that could have been presented.
When the bombs would have gone off there was a small curse. Anyone with enhanced hearing up would have heard, "verdammt," utter from a heavy german voice.
If anyone went to the source they would have been shot at promptly before the shooter went for cover after overturning an outdoor bench. The brief moment it looked like someone very familiar to a few of these people was trying to kill them.
I am here to lead to you utopia, but you deny it. Why?!" the figure cried out in English. They were wearing a mask with familiar ears. Their minds still had to process what had been seen.
To those that were late for the party would have seen a Green Lantern-like person focusing their ring on something dealing with the Lyndon Baines Johnson museum. A stunning woman screamed "Get down!" before hiding behind one or two cop cars on the outside. A few yards between the cop cars and the museum were two dead officers. One had their neck snapped. The other had been stabbed.
Hyperion was looking into the roof of the building. He was focused. Mere moments after that Power Girl snagged a bunch of bombs that were placed within the roof and tossing them up in the air. Then there was a figure in black and grey moving on the otherside of the building opening fire to shoot at anyone. There was something VERY familiar to this person, but so very different and it wasn't just the heavy German accent they spoke with. There was no one else people could see despite someone in Dark Blue working in the shadows. Sight reveals little that the others haven't seen or heard. But Hyperion's superhuman eyes and ears are pretty close to on par with a Kryptonian's, so he soon spots teh culprit, and blurs into the air, leaping over the building and maintaining lift so that he can reach out to grab whoever is climbing out the back window, if he can catch them unawares. "Going somewhere?" he asks. "I don't think so."
Jessica thinks she would have succeeded, but she will never know. AShe recognizes Power Girl, asnd truthfully is glad that someone more experienced, and possibly more powerful, is on hand. However, just because the bombs on the ROOF are gone, does not mean the threat is over. She scans the area for the source, the agent of the fear.
Crash.. whoosh... fwump/flash. That's the extent of the explosion Heather assumed were imminent. She checks the officer now that there's not bombs about to explode. "Damnit." she mutters as she finds no pulse. She growls a bit and gets to her feet in.. running shoes. Yep, they're more comfortable than heels! So she starts stalking towards the building, "Okay, where is that self deluded master race fu**tard at?" She knows Power Girl has super hearing, so she murmurs softly into her Titans communicator, "TKO on the ground here Power Girl. This guy's a racist of the most self deluded, assholish sort. Might be able to be taunted by using that against him. Why not try it?" Of course she has no idea that Hyperion can hear her too. Hell, she has no idea -who- he is. "And Power Girl, any idea who the guy in red with the nice butt is?" She says this as she breaks into a jog and heads inside.
"Who are you to wear a symbol you have no right to?!" The mysterious woman drops down near where the aggitator is. "I cannot condone such a deplorable thing! You dare wear the insignia of Batman, while defying everything he fights for!" She steps into light, but is still in cover. The light doesn't help identify her - her costume covers everything. However, now those near can see the faint outline of a Bat on her chest. "I am Shadow Wing. Who are you?"
Power Girl actually holds back from the converging group near the 'Deflatormouse', instead she descends towards Heather. Her attention remains on the group as her feet touch the ground, "I have no clue who he is.." She states in a casual manner. Her arms fold in front of her and she absently adds, "Nice dress."
Those with superhearing might catch the sound of a motorcycle, traveling VERY fast and approaching. It doesn't quite sound like a normal bike - it's quite custom. A woman with a familiar costume, but wearing a helmet, is on the approach - apparetly Black Canary overheard the plans somehow - maybe she still has a Justice League communicator or something and drove for hours to arrive here. She pulls up and watches the situation, dismounting and pulling her helmet off, eyebrow raised as she approaches the builidng.
The figure slipped out of Hyperion's grasp. They said, "You are like the Overman. I've been wanting to do this," reaching down there was a green rock in his hand. It probably did nothing to Hyperion. There was tension between this black and grey clad figure, and Overman. It seemed like someone had a backup plan for a potential usurping.
A moment later Shadow-Wing appeared. His attention went to the person. The speech was listened to and instead of a quip, or a speech, the retort was simply pointing a gun at Shadow Wing and firing.
For those nearby they could have seen the figure. They were wearing a grey uniform. It was a mix between a military uniform and a superhero costume. The pants looked like they went to a German officer during World War II. The top part was tighter and the same color. On the chest was a familiar Bat-Symbol that went around a black cape that connected to a matching cowl. Green lenses were over the eyes of this uniform. While the gloves were black, the blades were in a different spot. Instead of going in a straight line, they were at two parts near the end of the forearm. One was bloody. He was standing before Shadow-Wing shooting at them.
For Shadow-Wing's wearer time passed by slowly. Unfortunately, the last time she saw a gun pointed at her the circus was on vacation. Now, instead of a clown she saw a black and grey clad figure trying to be a Bat. Although, there were at least two people faster than a speeding bullet that could have stopped the bullet and ended a new nightmare that was looking to unintentional form.
Heather and Power Girl both would have heard the gunshots. They would have seen someone dressed like Batman trying to open fire upon a new hero. At that same time Black Canary was driving up on a motorcycle just in time to see the gunshots.
With Hyperion seemingly distracted the man started to run while firing at Canary's bike.
"This world could be a Utopia, but you followed the wrong leaders. I'm righting those wrongs!" the Bat screamed with a heavy German accent. He was moving around the building with the hopes of eventually reaching the cop cars. All he needed was one. This was a Batman-like individual armed and clearly not afraid to use guns, who was going to approach him first.
Jessica was the only one not dealing with too much given that she was focused on the bombs until Peej made the save.
"The -who-?" Needless to say, Hyperion's never heard the name. The green rock, also needless to say, does nothing. It was clearly intended for a Kryptonian. He's definitely not one of their race. What he is, even he doesn't know. However as Hyperion can't be sure the blonde flyer he saw out of the corner of his eye earlier is human or not. And so his eyes begin to glow a bright blue, and he lances out with a short burst of Flash Vision, intending to destroy the rock, using all the control and disicpline he has to keep from also obliterating the guy's hand. "Sorry pal, wrong costume." That said, he moves in to try to recapture the guy. "Now what the hell was this all about?"
Grinning widely as Power Girl compliments her dress, Heather remarks, "Yeah, even more cleavage than your outfit." And she's about to make another friendly comment when the gunfire commences. She just reaches to grab hold of Power Girl's hand with both of her own hands.. and she just says, "Go." simply. It's not a maneuver she's practiced, but she had a feeling Power Girl would get the.. 'carry me!' idea she's trying to offer. Of course, it's not going to do her dress any good. *sigh* And.. she's not doing this -topless-, that's for sure.
Shadow Wing freezes. A gun, being fired at her, just like before... Thankfully she was wearing kevlar, but the shot still sends her reeling, with bruises to her ribs. Oww... "Hey, get back here, Arschloch." The figure grumbles, trying top pursue the false Bat.
Power Girl does get the idea, but she grasps one of Heather's wrist and lift her. Power Girl hovers upwards at a casual speed, twisting as she rises to put her body between the killer and the super-model. A deep inhale and then a steady hefty release of gale force wind to push the twisted 'bat' away from her and her passenger.
Dinah Drake frowns as some guy is shooting at her as she's getitng off her motorcycle. Ripping her helmet off, she inhales to blast him away - but Power Girl does it for her. She must have AWEOSME lung capacity. She then frowns. "Was that... BATMAN?" she asks, frowning. She crosses her arms as she watches, holding her Cry for now.
A second went by and the green rock turned to dust. The man in black looked to see the green energy wall around the building thanks to Jessica. Everything was starting to go downhill. Then, much to his dismay, Shadow Wing was prepared for gunfire. As the attacker tried to get away from Hyperion's grip a gust from Power Girl blew him back into the grasp of the patriotic colored hero.
Struggling he tried to get away. A venomous look of hatred was given to Black Canary, "Vogel would be disappointed with you," the words were in English. A look was given to Heather, "Sie alle lehnen die Utopia Sie haben knnten. Sie Bett und leben mit denen, die unter euch sein sollte . Das ist, warum so viele Ihrer eigenen Politiker rufen Sie Ihren Fhrer schwach. Da drfen Sie sich unrein zu werden , alle von euch krank mich." Hate filled eyes was given to the group, "I will not forget today." Now, that the team had him what were they going to do with him?
Hyperion grins at Power Gril and Heather as they arrive. "Thanks for the compliment earlier, you two." Yeah, he heard them. Then turns to the man rambling in German. He recognizes the language, even if he doesn't speak it. "Anyone have a clue who this guy is, what he was trying to do here, or even what the hell he's rambling about? The only word in that entire spiel he just cut loose with was 'utopia'." He keeps a firm grip on the guy, but not to the point of being lethal.
Power Ring says, "He said wee are weak and impure and we have rejected the Utopia offered to us, and that we sicken him. He seems, fro his ranting, to believe in the Nazi ideals of the last century. If you like, I could try to find out more about him."
"I can tell you who he is. Darkwing Dumbass. Or maybe Nazi Nerfherder works better." remarks Heather as she extricates herself from Power Girl's grip. She is kinda the Aryan ideal but hey... and then the guy starts rambling in German. She just stage-whispers to Power Girl, "Should I be thrusting my hand in the air and yelling Sieg Heil about now?" she asks. It's total sarcasm and bad humor. Speaking of bad humor.. she looks down then and suddenly shifts as she scrambles to try to prevent a wardrobe malfunction. "Stupid evening gowns.. I swear, you try to move naturally in them and BAM, paparazzi's wet dream." she mutters as she straightens things all up. What did she do here? Tried to save a dead man, and then took a ride. But hey, she looked good doing it!
"Unsere Welt ist unvollkommen. Aber so ist die Natur des Menschen. Die Utopie der Sie sprechen, ist nur eine Illusion. Diese Welt braucht nicht einen wie dich selbst." replies Shadow Wing calmly, stalking towards the nazibat. "Der Fledermaus... You're not welcome here, false hero.
For just a second, Karen listens to the translation. A lifted brow at Hyperion comment before she settles to ground again. "Check him, he'll have a dozen more tricks, despite the cliche monologue." She says and grins at Heather, "As long as you make it look good." She remarks, then looks. Her gaze goes back to the other hero types, "I am Power Girl, nice job."
The man straightened himself as best he could in Hyperion's grip. He spat down at the shoes of Jessica simply because. A glare was given to Heather. Power Girl was just given a headshake of disapproval. Shadow Wing he said, "Sie lassen den Traum sterben in fnfundvierzig." A glance went to Canary, "Take me to jail now." He was unmoved by her threat, "If you're going to follow through with your threat. My name is Leatherwing. Remember it."
"Name's Hyperion." says the hero clad in the red, white, and blue. Then looks at the now named Leatherwing. "Wow. I guess all the good names really are taken if 'Leatherwing' was the best this guy could come up with." Then turns to the others. "Well, I can get this guy off to the slammer easily enough. Anyone here in contact with the League? They oughtta know some weirdo is pretending to be Batman. ....Or maybe trying to make him laugh himself to death with the stupidity this guy's shown tonight. Take your pick."
Jessica lands not far away, if this guy is a Nazi, or enen an impersonator, he would consider her "mud" if she understands correctly, so she can understand his reaction to her. She scans him with the ring and says, "Volthoom tells me he is not from this universe, but from another universe where the germans won World War 2 and did, eventually, establish a near utopia, at least for the 'natural superiors'."
"I got no League contacts. But I am a Titan." offers Heather. "Kinda out of uniform, almost -totally- out." that last part is muttered. She eyes Hyperion and smirks a bit. Yep, Hyper-butt. That works. She shakes her head like trying to shake a fly away. "OH, I'm TKO of the Titans to be official." and she fishes her Titans ID card out of.. yeah, cleavage. *sigh* to prove that yeah, she's among the fraternity / sorority of hero types. "Leatherwing? Wow seriously?" She looks to the bad guy now and offers, "A word of advice, before you pick a name, check with a publicist. That... is a -stupid- name." She looks to the others and lifts both brows as if asking, 'right?' without speaking. Then.. blinking, she looks to Jessica, "Who in the hell is Volthoom?" Another pause, "Alternate universes? Wow, did they flip flop good and bad taste too?" The dark clad woman tilts her head at Leatherwing. "...Dream or nightmare? Depends on whom is observing." she replies in English. The woman looks to the assembled heroes. "...Shadow Wing." Her voice seems slightly filtered, as if its being run through a computer.
"Good to meet you, Hyperion." Power Girl begins, her eyes shifting through spectrums, expecting to find numerous contingencies.
Shaking her head, Heather remarks softly, "You know, the fact that you have.. some mystic entity living in your ring, that sounds cool on the surface. But.. the fact that it 'feeds on fear'. That doesn't send up a few warning bells?" she asks towards Jessica. She shrugs and looks to Dinah. "Beats me. I just hitched a ride." she says, gesturing to Power Girl.
"Likewise, Power Girl. Though, I guess I'm a bit biased. After all, how often does a guy get a compliment in mid battle from the other side of the field from beautiful women?" He's surprisingly honest about that. "Guess it was lucky we all happened to be in the area at once, or this could have gotten ugly." He happens to notice Power Girl is checking over Leatherwing's costume. It's a smart idea, checking to see if he has some kind of trick or two up his sleeve, and begins his own scan.
"I should go home. Not used to being out and about so much. Take care, everyone." The blue clad ....Batwoman lookalike gives a curt nod, and quickluy disapppears into the night's darkness.
Turning.. Heather waves a little bit as Shadow Wing departs. After a few seconds.. she asks, "Was that a bat symbol?" to the others. And then she looks to Hyperion, "Well, I didn't expect you to be listening in, in my defense."
"With my ears? Kinda hard not to overhear." Hyperion says with a light chuckle. "Super hearing. There are times it come sin handy for more than you expect." Dinah Drake shrugs. "Well - that was a waste of time," she states. She simply puts her helmet back on and guns the motorcycle. "Screw this. I'll just stay in Gotham from now on." She revs the motorcycle again as she gets ready to go.