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]

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.

[-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.

[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?"