<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_u"><strong>S.T.A.R Labs Break-In</strong></span></span></div><div align="center"><strong>25th October 2017 - 11:40 PM </strong></div><div align="center"><strong>S.T.A.R Laboratory - Gotham Outskirts</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Starfire, Starman, Shazam</div><br/><div align="center">(https://d1sb2vhc1h1lwk.cloudfront.net/designs/83975/Preview/191919/display.jpg)(http://www.gothamwdeszczu.com.pl/en/wp-content/uploads/sites/2/2013/05/Gotham1989mattPainting.jpg)</div><br/>Atom marched past Starfire, heading straight through the hole in the wall and not wasting any time on pleasantries. In an ordinary situation he would likely have appeared rude but given the circumstances his haste was fairly expected. He didn't reply to her asking about his name or title, or his skin, but showed he was listening with a swift nod when she explained who was inside.<br/><br/>Back indoors Parasite eventually crawled to the edge of the force field, collapsing against it and trailing its withered hand along the electrified shield. It didn't appear to be harmed by it, instead just laying pathetically while gazing up at the heroes. While it was there it stared with empty sockets, giving a hungry look as though it could see without eyes, staring at the power that it desired. The more it looked the more unsettling and unnatural it appeared, causing a great deal of discomfort as it appeared so against nature.<br/><br/>Eventually Atom made his way into the room and rapidly assessed the situation, looking over the steadily unlocking cages. He raised a palm towards the cell containing the being labelled 'Despero' and a rush of energy flooded the room. It was a strange sensation, one of warmth but coupled with a sense of danger. The cell door reversed its progress, rapidly re-sealing itself and the fluid keeping the alien unconscious started to flow again. It was something of a stop-gap solution for now. He was happy with the way the other two were handling Parasite, and was just beginning to assess his next step when a booming voice interrupted his thoughts.<br/><br/><div align="center"><strong>Solomon Grundy,<br/>Born on a Monday,</strong></div><br/><div align="center">It was accompanied by a violent slam against the metal bulkhead containing the hulking figure.<br/></div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Christened on Tuesday,<br/>Married on Wednesday,<br/>Took ill on Thursday,<br/>Grew worse on Friday,</strong></div><br/><div align="center">Every line being recited was followed by another heavy smash, but the bulkhead was so twisted it was impossible to see what was on the other side now. Atom approached the door steadily, hands raised and ready.</div><br/><div align="center"><strong>Died on Saturday,<br/>Buried on Sunday,<br/>That was the end,<br/>Of Solomon Grundy.</strong></div><br/>And with that the bulkhead gave way with an almighty groan and crash, causing the towering figure to come rampaging into the room. It was clearly the body of a man. Or, it once was the body of a man. Now it towered over Captain Atom and the League members present by far, looking to be at least nine feet tall and several times the weight of a large man. It had vascular, bulging but graying and lifeless muscles across the distinctly rotting frame. The stench in the room was almost unbearable, a sickly scent of death and the smell of an old, damp swamp. More notable though was the fact he was already swinging, throwing a wide haymaker straight at Captain Atom who barely avoided the titanic strike. Grundy gave a roar of frustration, now turning to face the assembled heroes with a snarl on his undead lips.