Robert and Daniel Hall were in the next ring over. The bill paying Grant's Gym had two rings, the HQ below did as well. The place wasn't large enough for a War Room like at the Hall of Justice and the Watchtower, but a few robot fighting dummies seemed like enough. If anybody ever asked Wildcat, he'd argue he'd rather be beaten by flesh and bone than a machine. While Zero was busy fighting the robot, Robert and Daniel fought each other. Which was nothing new to either of them. Robert was a little older, a little bigger, and a little slower. Daniel could survive a few shots here and there, and he had the speed to avoid several. However, he lacked any real fighting style of his own.

The last few days had been grueling work-outs in and out of giant form. The boys fought in a ring with each other now, but they both trained the last four days upstairs with Grant after Daniel got out of school. Under Batman's orders, Grant also had the boys continue their swimming exercises in another gym with an indoor Olympic sized pool. Of course it was owned by Wayne Industries. As the boys continued to spar they witnessed the breakdown. Their teammate was on top of a holo-droid stabbing it repeatedly with a weapon made of ice. When Daniel noticed he let his guard down and took another punch from his older brother who realized what was going on moments later.

"Don't say anything. No matter what, you always come off like a dick." Daniel stated picking himself back up as others approached the young hero as well.

"You're just too sensitive. The hairy guy brought Taco Hut, doesn't look like Parasite girl let her jewelry eat it all yet..." Robert replied wiping the sweat from his forehead.

"Wait... did you actually read all of the files on the HQ computer? About everyone's powers and everything?" Daniel asked in a bit of a surprise.

"Batman said to do what we can with what we have. BATMAN. If he told me I could find Waldo in the yellow pages in his red and white shirt I'd believe it and look through every page at this point. I didn't even believe the guy was real until like a year ago..." Robert responded once more exiting the boxing ring with his brother.

The boys were both good kids, raised in a good family back in Metropolis. The idea of them being at odds was odd in itself. However a couple years earlier Daniel did lose a little of the respect and admiration he once held for his brother after he quit the swimming team his senior year. Robert played the bad boy role for nearly two years, until recently coming back to Metropolis after going on the road after graduating high school. Since the exobite created by Brainiac gave the brothers their power, his head's a little more clear and he's completely committed to being a hero.

While some of the others seemed to be heading out to the arcade, Robert and Daniel fused to become Leviathan and did some weight training. Now standing at ten feet tall, even the Amazon looked small compared to the composite hero.

~KL~

Sensing the meal was drawing to a close, El Sasquatcho wrapped up and stored the leftovers from his own bag, and moved to consolidate whatever anyone else wasn’t working on. He stacked it neatly in the nearby fridge, and left to go to his quarters to change.

His personal space was a bit spartan. It would seem strange that such a colorful guy would have such a bare room to himself, possibly symptomatic of a histrionic personality or some kind of manic disorder. The truth was far simpler, however – the huge, hairy lug just hadn’t had time lately to put “Homey Touches” in his rooms. Oh, how he longed to spread paint across the walls and tack up posters, move in electronics, etc, but his self-imposed training schedule and light day job made this difficult. As it seemed to be a less busy day, perhaps he’d start to rectify that when they all got back from their more recreational pursuits.

El Sasquatcho quickly changed out of his tactical gear and replaced his mask with his original. Worn jeans, black boots, and his favorite Pollo Negro band shirt. He really liked that shirt. Black Rooster - Mexican Death Metal at its finest.

He pocketed a moderate amount of cash, grabbed his keys, and replaced his tactical gear on the mannequin. Jogging out to the main room, he called to his companions, "If you're riding with El Sasquatcho, the El Camino train departs in ten!"

The optimistic luchador walked out to his truck and leaned against the door, taking in the crisp air while waiting for the others.

Ves watched as, El Sasquatcho returned to the kitchen wielding a mighty hoarde of 'high quality' Mexican cuisine. She watched her teammates start to chow down, and was about to join in when El Sasquatcho sprinted to the bathroom. She decided it was better to just leave the food be and save her bowels the stress.

She heard El Sasquatcho call out for the group to get going. She grinned, her hopes of going had wavered in the middle a bit there, but she was pretty excited to go to her first arcade. She put down the jam smeared knife and moved to her personal quarters. Her room was a bit messy to be honest, but decorations could be made out along the walls. A few band posters here and there and of course, her prized possession hanging up above her bed. A framed picture of Morrissey himself, complete with a signature scrawled along his face. Of course, when she had first bought it she was ecstatic. Her sister, not so much. It wasn't the most legitimate of buys and, Diana was certain that some charlatan on ebay had written the signatures on himself. Especially since the Ian Brown signature was in the same writing style as Morrisseys. And the same writing style as Ian Durys. And the same writing style as Jarvis Cocker's and so on and so forth.

She quickly grabbed her old, outdated cell phone, stuffed it into her back pocket and made for the 'El Camino train'. She practically leapt into the back of the Camino, taking a seat near the hood of the car. The roof made it hard for Ves to sit in any car, and she was extremely grateful that this 'el camino' had an open back. She wrung her hands together, she was quite excited to say the least.

Caitlyn saw El Sasquatcho tidying up and immediately set her bowl of rice down so she could help. He was good enough to be the first to buy, the least she could do was help him package it up for the fridge. He'd bought so much, they could all easily have this again tomorrow. Caitlyn thought to future snacking, she'd have to cook something for them all, demonstrate her culinary talents. She'd have to have a think about what she could do for 7 plus herself and El Sasquatcho, who had quite the appetite too. Caitlyn wondered what they'd all enjoy. They finished up quickly with the two of them, Mexican tidily organised into labelled Tacohut boxes, and Caitlyn retreated back to her dorm.

Caitlyn pressed her thumb to the finger print scanner while holding her face against the eye pieces on her cupboard, unlocking the armoury. She was glad to finally getting out of her super suit for the day. She undid the clasp on the unloaded utility belt, it was dangerous to have it full of things she had no knowledge of how to use, which allowed her to reach up the inside to unhook the final few catches. The left side popped open at the top, enlarging the armhole and relaxing the fit of her chest piece slightly.Sweet relief...She slid it off in a single smooth action and threw it up onto the rack with the belt, she was glad to be rid of it for now.

She stretched and sat down on her double bed, according to her Tag Heuer Carrera, she had a couple of minutes to kill before she had to leave. She pulled out her diary. Meeting so many people was pretty tough so to supplement their encrypted files Caitlyn kept personal details of them, just little notes, just to help her keep track of who like what, who did this, that and the other in their spare time, etc. And on the Luchadore's page Caitlyn neatly added, "Generous with food". The details she added about Archer weren't so kind, but they were just as true. She added a few more reminders to herself and then snapped the book shut and dropped it back into the bottom draw of her desk. She checked her watch again. Perfect. Caitlyn finished getting changed, grabbed her toolbag and left for the El Camino Train.

Caitlyn, swung herself in the back, careful not to scratch the paint.

"How long you say you had this bad girl for, El Sasquatcho? She's gorgeous."

As Chester finished eating, he waited for the others to be done and then they would head off to the arcade to play some cool games. His mind raced through the different games that could be available to try at the place and wondered which one would grab his attention the most. He could use a good shooter game especially one where he could blow a monster's brains out and possibly beat the game. Once the meal was over Chester went to his personal area and changed out of his hero suit and into his civilian clothing. His clothes were a white and black t shirt with a cartoon rat on the chest eating cheese, a red hoodie and cargo pants.

Thanks to his anxiety issues Chester packed his costume in his backpack and didn't want to leave the gym without it since his clothes wouldn't be able to change with him like the suit could. Many would call him paranoid, but he needed to feel secure and prepared for anything. This was yet another side-effect of Robin's death and he wondered if his sanity would be able to handle his anxiety and hero-work in Gotham along with it.

There were times when he wanted to talk to someone about his problems, but Chester hated the thought of having to expose such a personal issue. He already had minuscule power and didn't need another reason for others to consider him the weakest link. The thought of being weakest made him think back to that horrible night and he wondered if his membership on the team had helped cause Robin's death, maybe he should have found someone else for the team. Chester began to feel his depression begin to come back and he had to sit down with his back against the wall and burry his head in his arms

"Damn it Chester, stop thinking about that stuff. You're not weak and it's not your fault he died" he said to himself. He was glad that the others weren't here, they would probably think he was crazy talking to himself like that.

"Chester, are you alright?" Amy's voice called out and Chester pulled his head out of his arms.

"I'm fine, just a little tired" he lied to his pet. The rat could tell that this wasn't the case, but she didn't question any further.

"You should get some rest" the female rat replied.

"Can't, me and several of the others are going to the arcade" he said to her and Archie who was sipping water from a small bowl in the cage.

"Oh can we come?" Archie asked.

"I don't see anything wrong with it, but don't make a mess of things and eating other people's food" Chester explained to them and the two rats nodded in unison. He went over to the cage and opened it to take out his pets. Placing the two rodents on his shoulder, Chester grabbed his backpack and he headed out his room to find the others. He found them by a truck that El Sasquatcho owned and Chester decided to carpool with the Luchador and others joining him. Chester gave them a sad smile, he hoped that they wouldn't notice his depression and he quickly followed up with a bit of humor.

"So what can this Luchamobile do? Did Batman make it able to fly or put hidden guns on it?" he asked with an amused smile.

The indomitable and quite tall Ves was the first to arrive at the Vato Truck, and seemed to bound into the back with a sense of glee disproportionate to the nature of the outing. "Glad to see you out, Hermanita. El Sasquatcho doesn't suppose you would happen to have a Tic-Tac on your person, would you?"

Following shortly thereafter came Caitlyn and Chester, giving sincere compliments to the El Camino. "Thank you, Parasita. El Sasquatcho picked her up quite by accident at the age of 16. Holdover from Shop Class, you see. We fixed her up by mistake (long story), and I got to drive her out of the garage. Been with me ever since."

He gave a sincere chuckle at the Chester's inquiry. "She has cupholders, sir. Other than that, the Vato truck is factory standard rebuilt. Maybe El Sasquatcho should install a better sound system eventually... So, is this everybody that is coming?"

Several days of training, school, and getting jobs had gone by. It was late September, and the air of the Gotham night's blew cold. While the most of the team of 'Gotham Titans' had went out with the hairy luchador, the brothers as well as Isis and Zero were still hanging around the gym. Robert and Daniel weren't used to Gotham as much as the others, choosing to stay in for now and eat what remained of the food from Taco Hut. To say Daniel was curious about the girl with wings was an understatement. Other than a few words in passing here and there the boys hadn't really interacted with the others. Then again it was still just the first week. Maybe Batman didn't want to push them too hard too quickly. Before Daniel could strike up conversation, Robert opened his mouth first...

"So are you Hawkgirl's kid or something?" the older brother asked.

"I thought you said you read the files Batman gave us all access to?" Daniel responded in a lower tone.

"A lot of what Robin had gathered amounted to nothing as far as Batman's notes. So... you some kind of magical creature or something alien and related to Hawkman?" Robert continued at the winged wonder.

"Honestly... I'm not even sure. My earliest memories are of Egypt..." Isis paused and winced with the recollection before continuing, "I would like to talk to Hawkman one day"

"Hawkman was always one of my..." Daniel started to add before an alarm blared into the HQ and Grant came from upstairs.

"I just got a call from Bats... where in the hell is the rest of the team?!?" he began before realizing there were only four teens in the HQ and really only three heroes available for a mission.

"They've gone to an... Arcane? I think that was it..", Isis began, "I'm not sure what that has to do with games. One tried explaining it to the larger girl, are they playing with fire?"

"...Nevermind. We don't have time to discuss 'My Teenage Life'. Zero, you need to get your head back in the game, son. Mr. Freeze has escaped Arkham and Bats is out of town with the Justice League. Some civilians down around the waterfront are trapped in some ice but it's unknown if Freeze is still in the area..." Wildcat began instructing as the boys fused and Isis rose into the air the bit she could to hover.

"Hell yeah, 'bout time we get to take down one of Batman's enemies..." Leviathan said a bit anxious to go into battle.

"Orders are to search and rescue any civilians trapped in the ice. Do NOT, and Bat's said to repeat this in my mean voice, DO NOOOT try to apprehend Freeze. He generally doesn't kill often and collateral damage needs to remain low for this Titans thing to work." Wildcat said cutting the ten foot tall hero off.

"There's a Justice League teleporter upstairs in my closet in the bedroom of my apartment. Passcode is 1-9-4-2. When it comes up for a destination point, punch in 1-0-W-F. I'll try and locate the others, you guys go on ahead. Batman's trying to get a younger hero than me and more experienced than the likes of you all to deal with Freeze. NOW GET TO MOVING!!" Wildcat screamed in the end jumping on a motorcycle after he followed the kids upstairs.

"How many arcade's could possibly be in Gotham between Midtown and Uptown... I can't seem to remember which ones are still around..." the older hero thought trying to remember, "Can't believe Bats doesn't even want me going after Freeze. I wonder what that's about..."

On the waterfront...

Mr. Freeze had most of his suit equipped, only a half dozen or so civilians had got in his way. The Titans that were available were sent into action about a block away from where he was located. On this late September night the air was cold...

~KL~ / Endrance

Archer barely registered what some of the others had told him after his episode. Obviously nothing said was particularly helpful. Sometimes people simply had to deal with things on their own. This, it seemed, was going to be one of those times. Each of them was coping with what had happened in their own unique ways, Archer was no exception to this. For now, time would simply need to march on. And march on it did, though not without a bit of an emergency cropping up in the meantime.

Urgency had a funny way of snapping one's mind back into focus. Wildcat demanding to know where the others went and even telling Archer himself to get his head back in the game is what finally got the ice meta to act normal again. He listened to a short briefing, even raising an eyebrow with interest when Mr. Freeze's name came up. In a funny way, Archer owed the existence of his powers to Mr. Freeze. He never thought Freeze of all people would become his first mission. Well, not Freeze directly, according to Wildcat Batman was sending someone else to deal with the man himself. But the Titans' first deployment would be to free his captives. Archer even wondered if he would have to play a key role if ice was involved.

Okay, come on Zero, this is your big second chance. Don't blow it! He thought to himself as he made for Wildcat's room where he was told the Justice League transporter was located. As he left the wing, he watched Robert and Daniel become one being as they normally do, quickly realizing that he was the only one fully suited up and ready to go right then so he would likely be the first to get to the transporter. But, knowing what he was about to get himself into, there was no way he was going to go out ahead of the others and waited for both of them before punching in the code.

"Okay, Freeze, you're not the only ice-man in Gotham anymore." he told himself, hoping he could get his own confidence back up again.

Another challenge issued. Another challenger defeated. The taste of victory was sweet upon the tongue of the masked luchador, his superior footwork destroying any hope of victory in those who stood before him.

Once more, the unnamed contender stepped down from the slightly elevated platform, head held low in submissive understanding of one simple fact: The fuzzy masked man had met the challenge, and responded with a thorough beating. His defeat was within the realm of possibility, though it was slim. His motions showed the experience of many years; his coordination and muscular control exemplary. Plus, he seemed to have the Devil’s own luck.

It would take a very special person, perhaps a Meta, to upstage El Sasquatcho in Dance Dance Revolution.

Computer generated anime girls, with their pigtails and huge eyes, congratulated the hairy wrestler with leaps of joy and flashing kanji speech bubbles. The other half of the dance area had a similar digital crowd on the screen, looking significantly more morose. Taking the opportunity for a victory pose, El Sasquatcho lifted himself to an effortless handstand on the perpendicular guard rails around his own dance spot, flashing lights of differing colors taking turns illuminating his mask.

With a cry of “Revolución!!”, El Sasquatcho dropped back to his original, upright position and awaited the next person brave enough to meet him in the arena of DDR.

Ves watched as El Sasquatcho defeated competitor after competitor as effortlessly as a professional darts player throwing a javelin. She'd tried playing against him earlier, but didn't fully understand the game and ended up cracking one of the arrows with a deadly stomp. Suffice to say, they moved onto the second DDR machine.

Despite her loss against, Sasquatcho, Ves was in very high spirits. She was surprised at the lack of people wandering around the arcade, the place was like heaven to her. She clutched a small pink elephant plush in her arms as she began to wander around the arcade. The spotty clerk sitting behind the counter was half asleep, and flicking through a magazine as if he'd read it six times already. The machines blinked around her like a funfair and the noises coming from them matched the carnival atmosphere the entire place created.

She moved to a bright yellow machine with a large overhang. Cartoon boxers danced on the screen for a bit before a high score board shot up on the screen. A small smile grew on Ves' face as she inserted a coin into the machine. While she had no idea what the point of the game was, or how to play it for that matter, she knew it would be fun. Suddenly, a speed ball swung down from the machine. Ves instinctively threw a jackhammer like punch at the speedball, sending it flying back into the machine with a loud thump and a slightly louder cracking noise.

Numbers shot up on the small monitor before they finally reached their max and changed to a rather startling display of 'error'. Ves bit her thumb, checking over her shoulder for the clerk who was now fully asleep rather than half asleep. The grin appeared back on her face as she input her name at the top of the leaderboard. Her performance tonight was far from great, but she'd finally found a machine she was great at.

Overjoyed, she pranced back to the group and stood, watching for whoever would challenge Sasquatcho to another match that they had very little chance of winning.

The burly luchador, in genuinely high spirits for the first time in a while, decided to take a break from Dance Dance Revolution. This was partly because he was interested in procuring a sweet, fizzy beverage, but also because he wanted others in the yet growing audience to his digitally motivated gyrations to have a chance at winning. This was a place of fun, not combat. Pressing the advantage was not required here.

After his next crushing victory, this time against a young lady some two years his junior, he bowed to her in an exaggerated but graceful manner, sweeping his arms wide and maintaining eye contact with his former opponent. He smiled broadly, and announced to her (and anyone who would hear):

"It was almost a pity, having to see you defeated. You have dance-battled with honor and dignity, Senorita, and for that you have my gratitude. El Sasquatcho shall retire from his position tonight, that others may know the glory of victory in his absence. My Dama Bailarin, should you wish to converse about yourself to El Sasquatcho, you may find him at the Snack Counter of this fine establishment."

Without so much as a backwards glance, he hopped back onto the waist-high guard rail around the DDR footpads and steadied himself. While twisting his body about, he kicked off, launching himself into the air and rotating halfway before hitting the ground. Now facing the assembled crowd, he raised his arms in victory amid their cheers and offered a second showman's bow before moving to locate his companions. He grabbed a small fortune in arcade tickets and began his search.

It wasn't too difficult - finding the nearest Titan. She was over a head taller than anyone else in the building, himself included. In the exuberance of victory, he rapid-fired questions at his new friend and fellow Titan without allowing sufficient time to answer, "Ves! How are you finding your first arcade, eh? What have you gotten into so far tonight? Have you seen where the others have gotten off to? We should get soda and cheap nachos! Snacks are that way! El Sasquatcho is flying on wings of victory tonight! Wings! Do you want to get wings instead? Spicy, smoky, moist and delicioso chicken wings with strangely marbled cheese dressing? Ok, let's go!"

He grabbed her hand and began to lead the tall (and much stronger) Amazon toward the smells of cheap street fare to the side of the establishment.

Leviathan, Isis, and Zero teleported about a block away from where Mr. Freeze was located after the cryomancer punched in the teleporter code. Six civilians were trapped in ice. Most of the civilians could be seen, but Freeze himself was out of sight. The Titans went right to work with Leviathan bringing the people back to a safer distance so that Isis could use her magical energies to melt the frigid ice away. If only Zero could absorb ice and cold like most fire manipulators could fire and heat.

"Zero, the last two civilians are further up ahead. If Freeze is still around we're... I'm gonna need cover..." Leviathan stated putting the last of four frozen Gothamites down at their feet.

Even if he couldn't just absorb ice, there was at least something Zero could do. His control of ice could be just enough to let him freely break it apart, since he could shape it any way he wished, he reasoned that he should have no problem chiseling it away with his powers. Thankfully Isis' magic seemed enough to melt the ice. Still, when he was asked for cover by Leviathan he gave a nod.

"Guess I'll get a chance to test a hunch I have about my powers." he responded, proceeding with Leviathan to where the other two hostages were held. If all went well, he could use his power to break away the ice around them and free them that way.

The two young heroes took a gamble and moved forward while Isis stayed back melting away the ice with her power. These rookies were on thin ice, and Freeze showed up within minutes once the pair of heroes ventured off a good distance from where they began. There were still civilians that needed to be saved and now the giant Leviathan and the arctic Zero were caught in a confrontation with one of Batman's longest standing foes. Leviathan went in with a few fists but the armored Mr. Freeze was on his game. At some point Freeze released the pin in one of his custom flashfreeze grenadesand when Levi struck it froze nearly his entire left forearm.

~KL~/Double

Everything was running smoothly at first. Zero and Leviathan ventured away from the safety of Isis' cover fire to seek out the last of the civilians. Things went downhill pretty quick almost as soon as Mr. Freeze appeared. Leviathan struck first, or at least, he attempted to. Freeze set off a grenade of some kind that froze most of Leviathan's left arm. That just left the two of them, and from here, things happened in what felt like an eternity of time.

Zero also tried to go on the offensive, hoping he could maybe catch Freeze off guard while the villain's attention was on Leviathan. Zero wasn't that lucky, however, because Freeze spotted him a mile away opened fire with his primary weapon, the Freeze Gun. His shots, all three of them, hit their mark and Zero was frozen in place, appearing like an ice sculpture of himself.

"All too easy." he said in his ice-cold tone. He started to return his attention to Leviathan but a peculiar sound made him stop. He raised an eyebrow with curiosity as cracks began rapidly spreading around the ice encasing Zero until it exploded off of him. Even more surprising, this turned into a controlled blast that forced most of the icy shrapnel in Freeze's general direction. Of course, his suit was plenty strong enough to withstand the blast, "...Intriguing." was all he had to say in response.

Once free, Zero went on the attack again. This time, his escape from Freeze's ice blast gave him the element of surprise, albeit briefly. Still, that was all he needed. He lunged at Freeze with a fist of his own, however this one became covered in thick, tough ice to reinforce it as it collided with Freeze's glass helmet. Of all of Batman's rogues, Mr. Freeze was the one Zero had studied the most for obvious reasons. He didn't know everything, but from what he understood, defeating Freeze could be as simple compromising the protection of his suit, since it was the only thing keeping him alive in any non-arctic environment. And although he managed to hit Freeze as hard as he could muster, he didn't break the glass.

Of course, Freeze offered no time for a second attack. In fact, now that Zero was in close range, Freeze reached an armored hand out, grabbing the young Titan and tossing him aside. As a follow-up, Freeze pulled the pin on an ice grenade and threw it straight at Zero. Perhaps a more powerful ice blast would be enough to put his young opponent on ice.

Zero refused to let himself fall for the same trick twice, "Oh no you don't!" he thrust his hands out and a wall of ice rose in front him to catch the grenade. When it detonated, the freeze blast was redircted backwards, though unfortunately it was too far away from Freeze to be a danger to him.

"Your powers, though strikingly similar to my own technology, seems limited by your own physical stamina. My weapons, however, have no such limits. You're a fool if you think you can outlast me in a dragged out battle." Freeze taunted, though in his usual cold tone, so it sounded less like a taunt and more like a cold assertion.

"You're right, I don't stand a chance on my own." as Zero spoke, he conjured himself the biggest hammer he could swing, "But that never stopped Robin!" he started running forward, "AND IT WON'T! STOP! ME!"

Ves watched as the cycle seemingly began anew. A girl a bit younger than, Sasquatcho stepped up to the mark and proceeded to get decimated at the game. She thought it a small bit unfair that someone that young would be able to go up against someone as talented at the game as, Sasquatcho was, but she mostly blamed this on herself and her breaking of the only other DDR game. The little girl seemed to have fun though, and no tears had been shed thus so far, par one exceptionally strange 30 year old sporting cargo shorts and sandals.

She heard, Sasquatcho's speech and watched him do his flip off the handrail. He was nothing if not a showman that was for sure. She also watched the look on the faces of the crowd that had gathered, a strange mixture of amazement and confusion. Soon enough, Sasquatcho began firing off questions at Ves like a machine gun. She muttered an 'uh' and a 'er' here or there, but didn't manage to get a word in until he finally stopped. Before she could answer though, Sasquatcho gripped her hand and began tugging her in the direction of 'wings'. She accidentally pulled the luchador back a small bit by not immediately moving, but soon began following him as she answered his questions one after the other.
"The arcade has been fun, other than all the broken machines" She spoke, letting out a small laugh after saying so.
"I got the highscore on the punch game, and I think the others are back at the arcade to be honest. I didn't know you could get wings here" She said confused. "My mother told me the story about Icarus, I'm not sure getting wings is the best idea, he drowned you know"

Once at the arcade Chester first went to play the racing games since they were among his favorites at the establishment and he was kicking ass while steering the wheel to race around his computer opponents. His car came in first place as it crossed the finish line and Chester gave a cheer of joy. Archie and Amy did the same.

"That was amazing Chester! These video games do look like so much fun" Amy said to him with a happy squeak.

"I want to play next!" Archie said excitedly.

"No, you both are too small for these games, they're for humans" Chester replied to him with an amused shake of his head. He then went over a Marvel Vs Capcom 2 arcade game and began to play it. He wasn't the best at fighting games in an arcade, but he was wanting to try his luck with the popular crossover. He didn't get too far with it, but he was satisfied with his effort and went to find the others. Chester hurried over to Ves and El Sasquatcho and wondered what they were planning to do next.

"So what are we going to do next?" he asked them curious to know was next on the list of things to do.

"Icarus? What the culo... ?" mumbled El Sasquatcho, fully lost in the Greek mythology reference. "No no, Buffalo Wings. The small to moderately sized wings of a chicken, prepared with an emulsification of aged peppers, vegetable oil, and vinegar using a method first performed in a small restaurante in northern Empire State. But hey, many congratulations on making the Punch Game your humiliated boudoir-servant."

If it was not already apparent to anyone conversing with El Sasquatcho for more than five minutes, he was rather a fan of comfort food. That, and he was a man of large appetite. Perhaps it was necessary, considering his metahuman physiology. Perhaps he just liked to eat, and his physiology maintained his powerful, fit form regardless of what or how much crap he shoveled in. Without a detailed scientific inquiry into the phenomenon, the world (let alone El Sasquatcho) may never know.

"Yes madam, we are ready to order," he began, speaking to the rather bored woman behind the counter at the snack area. "El Sasquatcho requires wings, forthwith! We both require wings, and lots of..." The luchador trailed off, noticing the approach of another of their group. "Rata! Yes, the three of us will require wings - medium heat, lots and lots of bleu cheese dressing! Maximum number of wings, times three, por favor."

"And the celery. El Sasquatcho needs it for fiber."

"Ratito! We are just taking a break from the funmaking for a while, for yummy, spicy wings. Did you have something in mind for us to get into? Perhaps later, we can sneak into a university party and scare the bejeezus out of some frat boys, eh?"

The ice hammer of Zero was no match for the experienced enemy of the Batman. After another ice grenade caught the young hero off guard, Freeze began walking away taking notice of the winged girl unfreezing the last of the already rescued civilians. Leviathan had put his arm in the water down by the river to help melt the ice covering his arm when Zero first went in for the hammer strike. With one last punch to the ground the remaining ice fell from the giant hero's arm. As the giant and the ice manipulating teen regrouped, Freeze had managed to catch up to the young hero Isis.

"I don't like bats... OR BIRDS." Freeze spoke monotonously freezing her wings and her back/spinal area.

When she hit the ground it was all she could do to keep it together. Frozen wings hitting the asphalt all but completely paralyzed her. Isis was down, the other Titans are on the defensive.

Across town...

"I've been to every stinking arcade this damn GPS could manage to find, if I don't find those kids s.." Wildcat thought while running up to another arcade before bumping into one of the Titans...

"It's about damn time, we've got an emergency. Where are the others?" he asked.

Back at the waterfront...

Zero seemed to be at a stalemate with the cold-hearted villain. Leviathan was trying to get Isis to safety. That's when backup arrived. Shining bright, Green Lantern hit the scene and made quick work of the enemy and his advanced tech. Hal Jordan was a veteran member of the League for the last two years, one of the founders along with Batman.

"You kids okay?" the green clad hero asked, "Batman, he's down. Tell Wildcat to meet these kids back at the gym." Hal continued speaking out to an earpiece.

Back at HQ...

Batman was on premises seeing to Isis' wounds along with Dr. Mid-Nite, an old friend of Wildcat's. Lantern was long gone. Leviathan had already split back into Robert and Daniel. When Batman approached the others, he spoke well of Leviathan and Zero.

"You three did good work out there. All of you just need more practice. Isis will be out of action for awhile until her injuries have healed..." he said briefly before taking stand more at the head of the large room.

Batman opened a pouch on his utility belt and pulled out what looked like blue and silver M&M candies.

"These are patterned like the League's own communicators, DON'T LOSE THEM. Next time a Justice Leaguer may not be around to save the day..." Batman continued.

Wildcat was still seeing to Isis with Mid-Nite when Batman mentioned a Leaguer wouldn't always be around to save the day. A tired and disappointed look showed on Wildcat's face.

~KL~

El Sasquatcho listened to the sage advice and stern warnings given by the more experienced hero, and gratefully accepted the communication device. When they had a moment to themselves, the colorful wrestler warmly congratulated his three teammates on a hard-fought job.

"El Sasquatcho is a little jealous," he added, head hung low, "It would have been preferable to El Sasquatcho to fight alongside his new friends, rather than participate in digital festivities and consume spicy chicken appetizers. A battle such as that may have gone the way of the Titans with greater ease were El Sasquatcho and his arcade companions there to assist you."

He clenched his fists and continued, "But El Sasquatcho DESTROYED at Revolución, eh? Should have seen it, my friends." He was obviously still a bit tipsy on the nectar of sweet, sweet DDR pwnage. "But yes, had we known, we most certainly would have been exuberant to battle alongside you all. Let us hope that this is never an issue again."

Prior to Batman's departure from the room, the masked Luchador respectfully posed Gotham's Guardian a question about their new acquisition.

"Señor Batman, if you would, sir? How long after we swallow the pill do we get the power to communicate with each other over long distances?"

A few days had passed in Gotham since the team got split up and Mr. Freeze escaped Arkham Asylum. It was well needed time to reflect on everything that had happened since the night Robin died. Some hours after Zero had a breakdown he went toe to toe with Mr. Freeze, and nobody had expected that. Batman gave him the littlest bit of encouragement and gave everyone small communicators for their ears. El Sasquatcho swallowed his thinking it was a magic pill. Nobody expected that either. But the days passed, training continued, and some other Titans took their leave.

Foo Dog had got word about the clan he was fighting against in another major city and took off. Bard had just decided heroics wasn't his thing and wanted to focus on his music. Isis however was going to be sidelined after Freeze nearly crippled her completely.

In the meantime, Wildcat managed to find a new recruit in a neighboring city. Some kid with a sonic scream. Batman was a little uneasy about Grant finding a new hero to fill the void on his own, but he went with it all the same. The team wasn't all at HQ under Grant's Gym, but the brothers who made up Leviathan and a couple others were there. It was roughly four in the afternoon when Grant came in out of costume with this new kid...

"So what can you do?" asked Robert from a couch in the HQ.

"I'm Daniel, that's my older brother Robert.." Daniel said looking over his shoulder approaching the new kid.

"Nice to meet you guys!" Ted greeted a little to eagerly with a large smile on his face. Ted was toning down his excitement but he was having a lot of trouble keeping himself from losing his mind from just being in the presence of other super-powered heroes. "Oh! and to answer YOUR question!" Ted said as he pointed at Robert, "I can scream REALLY loud." he finished by shimming his arms awkwardly like a sleazy car salesman from the fifties.

Across town...

Cigar smoke swirled around, and a wrapper with a grape on it was in the floorboard of the vehicle that appeared to be a limo where the silhouettes of two men sat comfortably.

"We've only seen three in action since the Bat took them in. The ice kid showed potential, the bird girl though..." one began saying.

"Yes, it's a shame she's been taken down so early in this. Pity our new bird will not have wings..." the other man stated.

"Oh you want wings I know a guy who knows a guy..." the man not inhaling large amounts of smoke started saying something again.

"We'll just wait and see how this all plays out. Let's see what the rest of them can do. See what the Bat molds them into...." the cigar smoking man said as the limo came to a stop right next to a police cruiser down near the waterfront where the battle with Freeze took place.

"Now get out of the car. Don't call my people. They will call you." the smoking man stated before leaving the police officer that was riding with him at his parked car.

~KL~ [w/Rocketrobie2]

The days that followed the incident with Mr. Freeze, El Sasquatcho became more sedate. True, he hadn't been present for the skirmish. That is part of what bothered him. The incident caused the loss of teammates, be it by injury or their own choice to withdraw.

The team was weaker now.

Perhaps if he were present, things would have gone differently. Some of the amazing luck to which he was accustomed could have been of use to the Titans. For that matter, another body out there, one with heightened strength and unnatural durability, would have been especially useful. But no, he was Dance Dance Revolutioning and eating wings. There was a bit of guilt there. Maybe he could have stopped his new friends from getting hurt. Logically, he understood that there was no way he could have known what would happen. Emotionally, he believed that logic could suck it. He was absent, and took others away with him.

Again, he threw himself into training. More time in the ring, more time fighting the 'bots. His Wrestling was still magnificent, and he endeavored to put polish on his Capoeira. Fun was still to be had, he did believe that recreation was important to the fighting spirit. Necessary, even. But now he was part of something grander than himself: An idea, a concept. A group of young people living in Robin's honor.

El Sasquatcho was a Luchador, from a line of proud fighters going back for many generations. He was the of the Blood of The Saint, a proud follower of Dama Muerte, in all of her wisdom and splendor. He was born into a gift that few in this world would ever have. It was time to curtail childish things and step more into responsibility.

When he wasn't training, he was teaching classes at the Cultural Arts Center. When he wasn't doing either, he caught a couple hours of sleep. It was a brutal schedule. After a few days of this, he awoke one morning, looked about his still spartan quarters, and came to a conclusion.

"El Sasquatcho needs some color in his rooms."

He rose, stretched, and popped his joints in several places. Grabbing a towel and a pair of boxer shorts (with smiley faces on them), he plodded out to the showers. In hindsight, he probably should have worn more than just his mask.

Several minutes later, the hairy wrestler emerged from the showers and wandered into the common area for breakfast. Thankfully, his undergarments were on this time. A bowl of oatmeal and fruit down, he settled into another day of training. More time with the 'bot, more time practicing his form. More time pushing himself.

By early afternoon, he decided that it was time for a break. After a quick snack, and a lengthy inform to Wildcat, the remaining team, and post-it on the fridge concerning his expected whereabouts, El Sasquatcho roared away in his El Camino.

He returned about two hours later, carrying cans of paint and a television. He arrived almost exactly two minutes after the latest team member was presented in costume.

"Hola, team. El Sasquatcho has gone by his storage unit to gather some belongings. Hey, New Guy! You know how to use a wrench? C'mon, El Sasquatcho needs a hand with something!"