"Simple, you want to find the hunter, you start with the prey."<br/><br/>__________<br/><br/>It had taken a few hours and three of large doses of the strongest sedative Cyborg had, but Cecil had recovered enough to move around again. He'd sensed his past of being tortured by Slade had come through his whole monologue to Robin and the others. He couldn't blame himself for it, his was a path where the line between a hero and villain was nonexistent. He had a hero's heart, it was just tempered by a villain's nature. Speaking of which, he oughta see about finding someone to keep tabs on Slade's movements.<br/><br/>He leaned, taking a left turn as he looked at the ground. In the back of his mind he knew the masked man would go after Starfire again. Most stalkers did if a victim got away. For some reason, something clicked in his mind. He landed in an alley and walked out of it, studying passing people.<br/><br/>"I didn't notice it before, he picks his victims by looking for certain traits they have." He said to himself, "Lets see, Hypothetically speaking, I'm looking for a lead for a show I want to put on and picking my "star" by specific characteristics knowing I can adjust anything if needed. Who do I want?"<br/><br/>He pondered this as he climbed a fire escape to give him a birds-eye view of the street. In his minds eye, he saw woman he felt a strong family tie to and used her as a template to craft his hypothetical star. It was a while before he saw her, the person he'd use. A supermodel, blonde hair with green eyes, walking on the opposite side of the street talking on a phone. The obvious breast implants would have to go and a lighter hand with the make-up would do some good but she'd definitely work.<br/><br/>"Think I just figured out put of your game, Mask Boy." He said, somewhat proud of himself.<br/><br/>An hour later he bumped into someone whom's face he would recognize anywhere.