JLA Watchtower (Archive)

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.

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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.

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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.

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

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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.

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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.

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A bellow of fresh pain splits the air, inciting him to further violence. He attempts to get back up on his feet, and reaches for a boulder to throw at the nearest Titan.

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Slater knows that his attacks are only an annoyance, he lacks the punch to finish this. When Mammoth reaches for the boulder Slater runs for the hurt foot again, this time hold up his arm and slapping it as a signal to the red streak. He slides into Mammoth's ankle like a soccer player and hopes the signal was understood.

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This whole ordeal is simply taking too much time, distracting them from the main focus of their problems - Light. We've gotta end this now!

Rising to his feet again, Damage make a bee-line for the hulking brute, then leaps forward, kicking his legs out and shunting power to his feet, both heels aimed squarely at Mammoth's sternum.

Of course, if this doesn't work, he's going to end up with one serious headache. It's just been that kind of day.

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The red streak apparently understood, because when it collides - and it collides hard - it's at arm level with Mammoth.

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The explosive power of Damage's attack rends the air with the stench of burning flesh. Mammoth howls as he topples backwards. The sheer concussive force of the speedster's impact is enough to shatter bone.

Mammoth is down, cursing the Titans in agonized fury.

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Shimmer struggles to her feet, a look of pure ice in her eyes. She won't be taken down by these .... children!

The air around the speedster will turn to a deadly gas.

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He knows enough about Shimmer to know that she can only transmute what she can see. That's why he detoured around the confrontation.

It's with that in mind that two flashbangs will detonate right in front of her, followed by a flying kick to her already-aching head.

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Which brings Jesse to a dead stop, and after a lungful of the gas, she holds her breath and starts to move as fast as she can manage to disperse it.

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Slater sprints through the gas, his mask sealed against such toxins. As he exits the gas, Nightwing's flashbangs go off and he sees the opening. He sprints harder to get behind Shimmer pulling a cord from his arm holster. Wrapping it around his hands to prepare a garrot.

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She doesn't close her eyes in time to avoid the bright flashes, and the kick to the head rattles her teeth. Shimmer opens her eyes, trying to focus, but spots are swimming before her.

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And Nightwing is on her like white on rice, and angry beyond measure.

If you know what's good for you, you'll tell me where Light is, he hisses, pinning her down with his full weight advantage, grabbing a fistful of her hair.

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Despite the pain, she leers up at him. "Never did know what was good for me, yank." She can almost make out his face ... wonder how he'd feel if that mask of his turned to acid?

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It burns, and he can smell his own flesh searing from his face. Doesn't matter. He tears it from his face. That'll earn her an enraged punch to the temple.

TELL ME, GODDAMMIT.

Now that she can see his face, she'll see his eyes, and they're burning more than any acid can produce. He's at the end of his patience, and his daughter is about to die, and he'll be damned if he'll let this piece of crap dictate what happens to her.

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Slater slows as he approaches, once he sees that Nightwing has her on the ground he lets him have her. They start yelling and Nightwing rips off his mask. This isn't a normal moment for Nightwing and Slater sees it. He turns his back and lets this take it's course.

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Getting back up to his feet, Damage glances down at Mammoth, then turns and spits on the ground, wiping at his mouth with the back of a gloved hand. Despite the fact that his injuries are flaring with renewed pain, he actually enjoyed putting the big lug on his back.

Turning in the direction of Shimmer, Grant's eyes widen in surprise at what he sees - Nightwing, poised over her, slamming his fist into the side of the woman's head. Slater might be able to turn his back, but Damage can't, even as the older Titan tears his mask off his face. He averts his eyes, keeping them focused on the mask as it bubbles on the ground.

"Nightwing...?" he says, taking a single step forward, keeping his eyes down. Damage has known Nightwing for years, but he's never seen him this angry.

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He's had enough. He's watched Mary deteriorate, seen the anguish in his wife's eyes at having to send her away to the Watchtower, dealt with Selina's torment at having to witness her get sicker and sicker; and worse, he's broken the Bat in a way he never dreamed he could be capable of. He's sleep-deprived, exhausted emotionally and physically, and he's a hair's breadth from the edge.

And he wants answers.

He punches her again. And again.

WHERE IS HE?!

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Slater hears the repeated punches to the head and sneaks a peek. What he sees alarms him and makes him dive between Shimmer and Nightwing. He wrestles Nightwing not worried about avoiding blows. His just trying to get him off Shimmer.

"What's gotten into you?!"

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