At the drip of a hat, Jordan removed his mask and placed it in his coat. As soon as he did, he realized his skin was burning. "Oh. So that's your power." Jordan mumbled. He had ten minutes to escape, morphing his ears to those of a bat in order to get a sonic picture.

Jordan whipped out several magazine, throughing them only to notice that five out if the eiggt he threw were cut cleanly in half, the rounds within them cooking. Jordan reasoned that his only way out was up. He shape shifted completely into a bat. In his tiny form, Jordan slid through the webbing with relative comfort. Up in the air, he flew about a mile. The light still made it difficult to see, but it was not enough to burn him. The bat squeeled, using his echolocation to find his opponent still on the ground.