Alcatraz breakout, cont.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Robin's figured out who was behind the Alcatraz breakout and gave assistance to the most dangerous metahuman prisoners. Mammoth and Shimmer.

Where there's one, there's the other, and both are tied to Dr. Light. The question is if they're still here gloating, or if they're long gone. Nightwing glances down at the small device in his hand that shows his daughter's condition.

It's worsening.

Fingers close over it once more, a new and cold determination taking hold.

"Nightwing to all Titans. Mammoth and Shimmer are behind this breakout, and we've got reason to believe they're still here. We find them, it's a short hop to find Light. Omen - do your thing. Flush these pieces of filth out."

Comments

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

"Acknowledged."

In the Titans' jet, Omen reaches out with her mind. Delicate threads of thought and emotion that twist and wind their way around the world, across the universe.

--at's your twenty, over--

--gonna kill 'em all, fer what they done--

--get away get out--

--stay down alre--

--most satisfactory wouldn't you say?

That one. She follows its originator, dark twists of malice breeding in the web that connects us all. And she strikes out her own challenge in response.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

never know what--wait, what was that?

The woman's hand goes up, pressing her temple. "Psimon, we've got--Psimon? Psimon!" Her hatred flames anew. "You miserable piece of--"

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

"He running away, Selinda. What we do?"

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

"We're not running after him," she tells her brother grimly. "If the tots want a fight, that's what we'll give them." She turns and glares in the direction of the shoreline.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

She tightens her hold, and strikes out once more with a flood of mental static.

Come and get it.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Get out of my head, you bitch. Shimmer concentrates, and a line of blue fire springs up between the siblings and the Titans.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

Omen's aura darkens and expands suddenly in the landscape of Shimmer's mind.

Make me.

There are fireworks of her own.

[jessequick.livejournal.com]

Cleaning up some perps has been a welcome respite from running errands and a good way to work out frustration after getting in a fight with Superman...not that her head hurts much less or her face is any less bruised or swollen. The inside hurt's better, though. And that's something.

Jesse speeds into view, waiting long enough to get a good grasp of what's going. She's itching for another fight.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

The resultant roar of pain as the hammer connects makes the earth itself shake. On his knees, Mammoth's blind rage turns deadly as he reaches for the one responsible.

Shimmer lifts a hand, and the sledgehammer turns to dust. "Enough playtime. Now it's time for you to die." The mental battle with Omen is making it difficult for her to concentrate.

[blackknightone.livejournal.com]

A wash of panic hits Slater as the Sledgehammer turns to dust. Seeing Mammoth's grasping hand coming at him snaps him back to reality. Slater withdraws from Mammoth's reach deciding on a new plan. 'Divide and Conquer' Slater keeps out of reach from Mammoth to draw him away from Shimmer.

Come on, Big Boy. Let's see how fast you move now.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Mammoth isn't given to subtlety. "Kill them all, sister! Make them scream!"

The blue fire crackles around the Titans as Shimmer tries to focus.

"That-- nnngh -- bitch is in my head ... " She sinks to her knees, and glowers at the first Titan she sets eyes on. "It's hard to fight when you can't breathe-- "

And she attempts to turn the air in their lungs to water.

[delphic-child.livejournal.com]

The advantage of being a telepath is knowing what your opponent is thinking before they can act upon it. Omen uses this to its fullest advantage as she slips in and intercepts that act, seizing hold of it and rendering it inert.

You will NOT hurt them.

The result will give Shimmer the biggest headache of her life.

[jessequick.livejournal.com]

The superspeed with which Jesse enters the fray won't help Shimmer, either.

[monstersociety.livejournal.com]

Shimmer emits a blood-curdling shriek, clawing at her head. Mammoth answers with a meaty pair of fists aimed at the red streak heading towards them.

[blackknightone.livejournal.com]

Slater sees that Mammoth has turned away to the approaching red streak. It's his opportunity to get back in close and attack that foot again.

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Donna, I can't...

His face is a mess. But it's nothing compared to the look in his eyes. His fist opens, revealing a quarter-sized device with three tiny digital readouts.

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

Her hands don't leave his face.

"Yes, you can," she says quietly. "Your family needs you right now - all of them." Even more quietly, she switches to Greek. "Because I refused to bury anymore of our children, dimiyos...I just can't."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

Silence drapes around them like a blanket. The sting of the acid burns on his face surges forth again as he closes his eyes and bows his head; the rough San Francisco breeze whipping the loose dirt up into miniature dust devils.

He swallows, looking down at the tiny thing in his hand.

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

As the lights flickers back on in eyes, she moves her hands down. On for them holds that hand with the timer. "We," There's a slight emphasis on that word. "Are going to help save them. One thing at a time. We need her back in a cell where she belongs."

[-nightwing-.livejournal.com]

The fingers close over it once more, and he rubs roughly at his face, wincing at the pain it elicits. Another moment, and he's getting back to his feet.

Okay. Okay.

He heads over to Jesse, kneeling - or more accurately, sinking - down beside her to check on her condition. He rests a hand on her gently.

I'll get Jesse back to the jet. Donna, arrange for Mammoth and Shimmer to be transferred to a secure holding facility.

[middle-amazon.livejournal.com]

It's a cosmetic order. They both know it, but orders are action. Action is movement. Movement means going forward and doing something about the insanity rather than giving into it. She holds his eyes just a moment more than she has to.

She picks up Shimmer and turns to the other Titans. "You heard him. Gather up the prisoners and get them to cells now." She calls out on her com... "Arsenal...riot's over, you can come in from door watch and help with the clean up."

[damage-granted.livejournal.com]

Damage hears Donna, but his eyes remain focused on Nightwing as the elder Titan moves away from him, staggering over to Jesse, slumping down to the ground beside her. He doesn't comprehend the magnitude of what he's just witnessed, does not understand what powered that tremendous rage. He just knows that Donna was able to rein Nightwing in, to bring him back, just like she's done for him on more than one occassion. It's like Grant told her on the flight home from New Jersey - Donna Troy is the heart of the Titans.

Picking himself up off the ground, Damage takes several steps forward, dropping down on one knee beside the unmasked Nightwing, his eyes turned away from the other man out of respect. This might be a bad idea, but Nightwing looks like he's barely holding it together - Damage can always deal with a reprimand later.

Placing glowing fingers on Nightwing's shoulder, Damage nods once. "I've got her, alright?" he asks quietly, keeping his attention fixed on Jesse. With that, the younger Titan slides his arms under Jesse's limp form, then stands, lifting her up, cradling the speedster against his chest grimacing at the pressure on his injured shoulder.

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

Up in the cockpit, he adjusts the controls, figuring out the quickest route to assistance, still sore from the fight.

The quicker we get these guys to help, the better. Especially Short Pants.

Sitting in the Pilot's seat, he leans over and hits the comms.

"Gar to all Titans, all aboard?"

[mari-grayson.livejournal.com]

"Nightstar here," she says over the com. "I'm going to stay outside and fly escort, just in case we've got any more surprises waiting for us."

[gar-logan.livejournal.com]

"Copy that Nightstar, fly safe." He finishes, turning the comm off and firing up the engines, being careful to make it a smooth takeoff.

Lifting the jet up about fifty feet, he slowly kicks in the engine, making sure not to overtake her as they coast through the sky towards S.T.A.R Hospital.

He's got a nagging feeling he should be checked too, but dismisses it for now.

Worse off people in here than me, and besides, it wasn't that hard a blow.