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Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"Yeah, but then what?" Dick asked, frowning. "I mean, if you, we, really think she's trying to kill Z...Well, she might have to A) go to jail or B) have a nice, long vacation back at Arkham." He muttered, looking around at their surroundings. "I just really don't like our options, you know?" He had known Senna since she came to Gotham. She, like all of the Bat freaks, had a rough background. Her father was a criminal, killed in a shoot out with cops before she was born. Her mother was his partner-in-crime, was convicted, and sent to jail to spend the rest of her days there. Senna was born in that very jail. She had an older half-brother who lived in Gotham, so he took her in, but he ended up dying in a car crash when she was 12. Up until then she was a blooming gymnast, preparing herself for the Olympics. With no where to turn, Bruce found her and took her under his wing. Dick had just moved back to Gotham when Senna came to live at the manor. The way he felt about Senna was the way Lacy felt about Ace.

The New Recruits (private)

Dessie glanced at Z's hands but gave her a little shrug. "I'm sorry, I don't understand sign language, I guess I should learn though!" Brand frowned, pursing his lips. "She's excited." He repeated. "Oh, that's good!" Dessie exclaimed, clasping her hands together behind her back. "Well, we will be boarding-" She started before narrowly dodging something shooting towards her.

Chiron flew into the space, nearly flying straight into Z and Dessie. "Ah!" He squeaked, inching back a few paces in the air, smiling shyly. "Apologies for the blunder! I did not wish to be left behind!" He blurted, before looking around. "Please, Viper, are we going to the ship? Will you be the acting captain of the spacecraft today?" He asked, tilting his head. "Ace was exuberant that we were taking out his latest model." The little boy was in his full uniform. His watch that Ace had designed that concealed all of his face tattoos and pointed ears was taken off. His irises now were also in their normal state, revealing that he had several silver spiderweb-like rings around his rather large pupil.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

Dick and Lacy took the same bike. There was less of a chance that Senna was going to notice them if there was only was familiar bike hiding in New York City. Lacy was the one driving with Dick holding onto his dear life behind her. "If she's going to be seeing Zantana, we have to go to one of the show houses. She's always putting on magic shows, so it shouldn't be that hard to find where she's showing tonight." He explained.

The streets, as to be expected, were packed with cars, bikes, skateboards, baby carriages, and so many people. The air reeked of cigarette smoke and bad air, just like Gotham. "Any ideas of what to do when we get there?" He asked, not really sure if he could really fight against Senna. At least, not at 100%. Even if he did, Senna was the better fighter out of the two, but Dick had more brains than she did on how to use those skills.

The New Recruits (private)

Brand looked over Z briefly before following Lacy. Dessie giggled with excitement at the two's new outfits and followed behind them. "How are you guys feeling? Excited? Nervous?" She asked.

"A little annoyed." Brand muttered, rolling his eyes. Dessie was a little taken back by his comment. Brand failed to explained why he was annoyed, so it sounded like it was because of Dessie. He notched the look on the model's face and blushed. "Oh, not because of you. That came out wrong, sorry."

"Alrighty." Dessie replied, shaking her head with a smile at his mistake. She looked to Z. "Are you ready to show us what you know out there?"

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"I...I dunno. If I really have to, I'm sure the Justice League will come find me." Ryan answered, he looked back down at the grass. "Maybe I should stay as Whirlwind, at least a little bit longer." He admitted, feeling stupid that he brought the subject up. "But for now, let's just take the moment in?" He asked, looking at his girlfriend.

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

"I know you could," Ryan replied, closing his eyes as he accepted her kisses, "you keep me in check. You're welcome to kick my ass, any day, babe." He joked, smiling. He looked up at the sky. Even though they were in the in the woods, the sky was still visible. The stars shown brightly here unlike the dim stars back in Central City. That's when a thought crossed his mind.

"...I might have to become the Flash now." The words left his lips with out him even thinking. His father was gone, surely someone was going to notice that there was no red blur running around. Bart could pick up the mantle, but he wasn't much older than Ryan. Neither of the boys really showed too much interest in becoming the Flash, even though Bart was Kid Flash and Ryan could make Bart eat his dust any day.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"Then she's going in for the kill." Bruce restated, a map appearing on the computer. "She undid the tracking systems she has built into her uniform. But she forgot about the one in her bike." There was a dot heading for NYC, just as Bruce thought there would be. He turned to look at the couple. "Go stop her before she does something stupid."

The New Recruits (private)

Brand briefly skimmed through the pile of assorted pieces of outfits. He frowned, looking down at himself. Nothing too much really caught his fancy. He ended up choosing a spandex collared top. It was a deep, forest green with sea-blue and purple highlights had no sleeves with a zipper in the front. He picked out a pair of sea-blue long, fingerless gloves that went all the way up to the mid-bicep. He chose incredibly baggy, purple pants, that resembled a pair of sweatpants. He put on a pair of blue combat boots as a finishing touch. After changing into the clothes, he came into the room, scowling. "This is literally, the stupidest."

Rick looked at him, frowning. He smirked, tossing him something. It was a pair of purple goggles. Brand looked down at them, grimancing. Rick stared at him until the young man took his glasses off and replaced with with the goggles. "Now, you look the stupidest." Rick replied with a cocky look. Brand's scowl deepened. "Ace designed those, they automatically change themselves to the wear's perscription. You should be fine, and don't have to worry about them falling off your face or breaking."

Dessie peeked her face into the room, peering in at everyone. "We almost ready to go? I got the ship all set." She said, her eyes falling on Brand. "Oh, M, G! You look so great, Hun!" She cheered, jumping into the room. "Like a real superhero! You just need a name now, but you and Z can think about that one the way."

He's Such A Heart Throb, Ain't He? (Private)

Ryan slowly nodded. "...y-yeah." He replied, sheepishly. "Your crazy butler isn't going be too upset with you staying in the middle of the woods, early in the AMs, with a crazy goofball like Moi, right?" He asked, smirking.

Welcome to Gotham (Private)

"I think I have a pretty good picture of what Senna is doing," Bruce said, his arms crossed over his chest. "I want you two to go out and get her. She's going to most likely be heading out to New York City."

"What would she be doing in the Big Apple?" Dick asked, putting his hands on his hips. The corner of Bruce's lips twitched, of course he had an answer to Dick's question.

"I think she's looking for Zantana. Z's powers are magic based, and with Zantana being one of the most powerful magic-wielding being here on Earth, she might have some answers for Senna." The unmasked Dark Knight explained. "If my hunch is correct, Senna is out looking for some sort of cure for Z. If it isn't," Bruce paused, his face becoming very, very serious, "she's looking for a way to destroy Z." Dick glanced at Lacy, frowning. This was going to be rough.