*Titan's Tower Waystation*

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::With the proper amount of bribes, it was easy to take a flight to San Francisco. No doubt his Grandfather expected this, but Ibn couldn't afford to take chances. It occurs to him that his mother would do this. It is not a pleasing thought. He makes his way across the city to the docks. He wishes to travel to Titan's Island, but he doesn't have time or the energy to deal with their security systems. He finds the official way station and stands in front of the cameras and waits. If they are as good as rumored, they will notice him. There is a phone to leave message "I wish to speak to Nightstar of the Titans. I am Ibn al-Xu'ffasc and this is an emergency."

Analysis

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Firestorm may be temporarily out of the fight, but with the location of the satellite pinpointed, Hal is able to get a close look... from the far side of the moon.

See, checking in on someone from afar is a two-way trick, Brother I.

"Ring, analyze sector 16 of satellite Brother I. It doesn't appear Earth-made."

((Negative. Cannon is of Khundian design.))

"Assume Maxwell Lord had no access to Khundian technology. Could he have made these modifications from the time that Batman reported losing control of the satellite, to now?"

((Negative. Even if he had access to the technology, to meld the technologies would require extensive time as well as an expert with technology.))

Remembering that Firestorm needs his rest, he decides to leave him out of the loop; he keys his ring to contact three people.

"Oracle, Batman, Major Disaster. Do you copy?"

The Aerie

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The room has been transformed. Left in solitude, Carter has begun his personal crusade. Instead of artifacts of ancient days, and fine decorations about, tactical maps, file readouts on most of the main known villains, and a few of the edgier heroes, and tactical analyses are tacked up on the walls.
The desk is a careful layout of current cases - the villains known to have engaged in recent activity, but on the loose.
Regardless of how much sheer mass of stuff there is, it remains neat, orderly, mostly alphebetized (by the names in Egyptian, so it may look random to many) Everything is in neat rows, and easy to find. The only thing not within the theme of one planning for war is a letter on the desk - the beginnings of penning a letter of resignation from the Justice Soceity.

Or perhaps, its right in theme.

Carter himself is in another room, gathering a couple more books before heading for his main room again.

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The "DNA sample" was relatively easy. After that, she stuffed a blindfold on and had two of her "servants" drive him back into town, dropping him a few kilometers from home.

Conner stretches a bit. At least Roy has a fighting chance to do...whatever he's going to attempt. Spit in the eye of Gods. Roy's bold, but Connor hopes he can put the brakes on before the foolishness point gets reached.

Then again, it may be too much to hope for.

He heads towards home.

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::There is a spring to his step as Alan strolls through the rest of the museum, glancing at the various assembled artifacts. He is in a good mood. I'm a lucky man. To have done so much and to have such good friends. I must have faith. Faith that this, too, shall work itself out. He stops for the briefest moment and smiles at a picture of his old friend Wesley before continuing, heading into the main JSA facility.::

Thunder and Lightning: The sleepover

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* About half an hour after their phone conversation, Billy shows up at Jakeem's apartment.

He has a large Combo, no olives, Pizza and a Medium Hawaiian in hand and a backpack with clothes, XBox and games over his shoulder.

He rings the doorbell and waits.*

Ringringringringring-Penguinphone!

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Finishing his breakfast, Penguin dabs his mouth, and stands up. Certainly, a warehouse on the docks was not the best establishment for a modern feudal lord about town but one had to make concessions when the Batman was in a particularly bad mood.

"Mister Pine." Penguin says to the rail-thin Latin American man in a style of suit that went out with the 1980s computer industry. The man looks up, putting out his cigarette. "Phase three is going well, I take it?"

"Si." The man mumbles, never looking penguin in the eye as he pulls a PDA out of his shoulder holster. A few calculations later, he nods. "Si. Just like you said, sir, sku-sku-skim off the top. Only snag is an A-Factor in Hub. Su-supplies are in place." Pine looked over to his partner within The Penguin's organization.

Miss Opal, a petite young black woman who seems uncomfortable in her pantssuit, looks up from her computer systems. "The A-Class is Murmur, sir. Confirmed from Central City police files we, ah, borrowed. Between this and the new Batwoman, there are...well, people are talking, sir."

"Durlesque." Penguin stated, rubbing his temples. "Kwaa, at least Joker's been quiet. That criminal clown clobberknocker loves timing like this." Seeing the blast of sheer terror in his henchpeople's eyes, Penguin smiles, smoothly. He always envied the reputation Joker had, even with white collar minions for hire-the fact that they were willing to be afraid in his presence just showed how effective his manipulations were in that regard. Nothing like fear of the competition to inspire loyalty-and anyone talented enough to earn a code name probably saw him as a father figure by now. Or at least an uptight uncle. "But this can work to our advantage. What are the chances Durlesque's witch hunt will run into this...Batwoman."

"I, uh, tha-" Mister Pine stutters, as he franticly types into his device. "We don't know enough to be shu-sure, but considering the t-timing I w-would give them a forty percent shot at an encounter."

"Excellent." Penguin's smile is smooth enough that butter would slip on it. "Miss Opal, activate our plants in his enforcers. I want data on this...Batwoman, and direct confrontation is our best chance. Have you sufficiently prepared the connection?"

Miss Opal blinks, and nods sharply, handing Penguin a cellular phone. "Just press send, sir. The call to Bane's island can't be traced..well, unless Calculator or someone's around, or The Oracle but I think that guy's a myth, really, I mean there's just no evidence of someone able to utilize even the best technology like tha-" Penguin idly tunes her out, hitting send. Mister Pine groans, seeing his boss's look, and puts on his "eager listener" face for Opal's latest conspiracy theory.

Satisfied, The Penguin sits back, waiting for Bane to pick up.

*forensics lab, Titans Tower, Titans Island, San Francisco Bay*

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Starfire has manifestly not yet forgiven Ibn, but she comes to the lab and holds out an arm for his blood draw. She does not blink at the needle Ibn must use to draw blood from her, merely says, "I thought you said you were betrothed to another. Why then are you courting Mar'i?"