Cry for Justice - The Conclusion

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As the Canary rounds a corner into a larger hallway, leading to the main monitor room, she feels a sharp, hard knee right into her abdomen, followed by a textbook ipponzei throw that sends her onto her back.

As the heroes whip around, they can see a shape materializing roughly 20 feet down the hallway.

The man that started all this mess.

However, he looks different.   He's clean - shaven.  He's wearing a different version of his long-standing costume.  No fin helmet.  The material of the costume is tougher looking, more combat ready.  

But it's the eyes.  The eyes that show no surprise over their arrival.  In fact, there's a sense of familiarity in them.

This was what he wanted.  This is what they wanted.

Be careful what you wish for.

"Long day?" Light says, smiling.

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Dr. Palmer's going to be puzzled as hell when he realizes he misses, even though he SWEARS that's where he was.

Altered perceptions, thanks to the worm inside him. Very subtle, nothing yet to trigger suspicion. "Yes, Dr. Palmer, I see where your science wins the day yet again. I mean, after all, it was INVALUABLE to Jean Loring's rehabilitation, was it not..oh, yes, RIGHT, I forgot, you left that mess for Arkham to clean up."

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Palmer's confused. The counter tells him he should be. HE's messing with his perceptions. With his mind.

"Where is she, Light?" he says. Keep him talking. Keep him gloating.

"I know she's with you. I know you somehow bonded the Enchantress to her."

Come on Light. Tell me how.