<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://sparxentertainment.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/batman.jpg?w=1200)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Batman (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13605226#msg13605226)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Watchtower — Near Batman's Private Quarters; Gotham City — Burnley District<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Oct. 19, 2017, 1700<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Zatan, Wonder Woman<br/><strong>Content:</strong>(Warnings for gore or sensitive topics. Please don't post smut in this thread.)<br/><hr/>If Batman had to pick one word to describe teleportation, it would be "uncomfortable." It hadn't been his first pick for the Justice League's primary transportation system, but it was undeniably the most efficient. With the ability to instantaneously move to any location in the world, the system would undoubtedly pay for itself in no time.<br/><br/>Not that money had ever been a consideration.<br/><br/>The eerie feeling of losing direct control was hampered, however, by the uncharacteristically panicked screams he was hearing over his communicator. Robin was down; Nightwing was in far over his head; the GCPD was mere blocks from the site of the rampage, and Oracle was barking orders like a mad dog over the sound of hammering keys. He didn't want to think about how helpless<em>she</em>felt at the moment, stuck in a wheelchair while everybody she cared about was fighting for their lives.<br/><br/>It was over in the blink of an eye. A moment of pure, impenetrable darkness flooded the room and then he could hear the screams all around him. The sudden re-entry gave Batman a sense of momentary vertigo, but he managed to shrug it off with a hard blink. It wouldn't do to build a reputation for stolidity only to stumble at the start of the first mission, after all.<br/><br/>He looked around, taking in everything from the sharp architecture and the ragged banners, to the crumbling intersection he now stood on. Sharp cracks of gunfire filled the streets, interspersed with roars of anger and horrified screeches. There was a heavy thud, and something in the distance exploded violently. Tires screeched, and Batman's eyes darted to the side as a semi-truck came barreling down the street straight for him. The man in the driver's seat was white as a ghost as he slammed his hand into the horn and pulled the steering wheel to the side.<br/><br/>Just then, a sharp<em>pop</em>told Batman another Leaguer had arrived behind him. There was no time to hesitate. Whoever it was definitely wouldn't have time to react. He reached around and seized the new arrival by the shoulder, pulling them off the street with him just as the truck blew through the intersection on flat tires. The wind ripped at his cape, and he brought up an arm to shield his eyes from the dust it had kicked up.