The black Buick drifted through the night, out of Gotham, out of the city, towards the deep country; Jason never noticed, he was preoccupied with other things. Eventually the driver rolled into a small airport, with a single lone hangar that contained what seemed to a lone puddle-jumper. As the Buick slowed to a stop, Jason looked deep into Erisâ€™s eyes; he was hooked. â€œWe have to go soonâ€¦â€ he murmured, â€œBut I want to stay right hereâ€¦â€ Jason opened the door and stepped out, offering his hand to the blonde beauty in the vehicle. As she stepped out, four shadowy characters walked up to Jason and Eris.<br/>â€œHey Jase- whoâ€™s the chick?â€ teased one; Jason smiled, and said â€œGood to see you too, Noodle.â€ He shook the hand of the speaker, who wore a peculiar outfit. In fact, all four of them looked peculiar.<br/>â€œEris, Iâ€™d like you to meet my friends- Cyborg Noodle, Murdoc Niccals, 2D, and Russel Hobbs. Theyâ€™ve been my friends since primary school, and I believe you would know them by their bandâ€™s name, Gorillaz. They are basically the only reason I knew how to do anything with a computer or the reason I can get anywhere.â€<br/>â€œNot like we need to be thanked or anything.â€ the larger black one said, obviously Russel Hobbs.<br/>â€œShut your noise, you!â€ screeched 2D, the self-proclaimed leader. â€œAlright, we need a ride, if that wonâ€™t inconvenience your little group therapy session, of course.â€ â€œWhere you headed?â€ Jason looked at them all, â€œHome.â€ Each one of them looked at Jason with an expression of shock and awe on their faces. â€œI thought you werenâ€™t goinâ€™ back there for nothinâ€™!â€ Noodle spoke in a hushed tone, as if someone was listening to them in the middle of nowhere. â€œSomething came up, and we, â€œ-Jason motioned to Eris- â€œNeed your help. Can you supply?â€ The four grinned; â€œYou bet your ass we can.â€