Somewhere in New Jersey

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

The Titans' arrival is silent and swift, determined and precise. Before the shadow of the jet falls over the state line, Nightwing is relaying the plan to the rest of the team.

"Starfire, flank the building and come around from the rear. Hit it hard, make sure they can't get out. Robin, hit the power on that place. Don't wait, Wonder Girl and Nightstar - get inside and do what you do best. Kid Flash, Jesse, you're looking for anything in there while they're being kept busy that can give us an edge on this damned virus. Omen, keep tabs on any magic users in there. Flamebird, Speedy, follow me in after the heavy hitters do their thing. We're on cleanup."

He pauses to check the instrumentation. "And whoever finds Light... make sure you hurt him."

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[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

Disoriented as he is, and as much energy as he just burned off with that blast, Grant doesn't have a chance, the sonic boom barely registering in his still-ringing head.

All he sees is a rapidly approaching streak of red and blue, and the vague outline of a very powerful fist. There isn't even time to get an arm up to try to feebly deflect the blow. Superman's fist collides with Damage's cheek, sending him flying, and Superman, who can hear clouds scrape together, will be able to hear the veins and arteries in his face burst.

At least Grant will be able to say that Superman gave him that nice shiner.

It takes a little while, but he does eventually come back down to earth, his shoulder slamming into the ground. Grant skids about a hundred yards, his body wearing a trail in the grass and soil, and he lays there, motionless, defeated, done.