<div class="floatright">(http://media.dcentertainment.com/sites/default/files/GalleryComics_1920x1080_20151202_BM_BEY_7_56454e8b7db3e2.17330242.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Terry McGinnis/Neo-Batman<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 PM, U.S. time zone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Hitting the ground<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Starfire, Marvel Jr., and anyone in the vicinity of the anomaly who wants a piece of the action<br/><br/><br/>Though he'd been able to survive pretty significant shockwaves before, Terry had never had the experience combined with falling through a dimensional distortion, and was summarily rendered unconscious, though fortunately his suit sustained no damage. However, with his inability to consciously operate it, he was in free-fall from a distance up in the air that would have had him reach terminal velocity if Bruce hadn't installed contingency measures as a precaution after this had happened one too many times. While Terry would sometimes need to fall very, very fast, he would need to trigger certain voluntary movements within the suit to prevent the premature activation of his suit's safety chute, otherwise once he reached a certain speed in relation to his distance from the ground, it would automatically engage. As such, the suit unfurled a previously unseen vestige of the previous incarnation of Batman, a long, billowing cape-like parachute that yanked hard at Terry's neck, back and shoulders and jerked him back to consciousness, though he was still too out of it to do anything but let the short distance he was able to drift before he made contact with terra firma.<br/><br/>Struggling to his hands and knees, looking around and not recognizing the topography at all, and receiving feedback from his suit's systems and yet no replies from Bruce, he knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. "No..." he groaned, raising up onto one bent leg and steadying himself. It wasn't his body that was the problem, it was still his head. That was a hell of a trip. And he had fought psychics in the Braintrust, and been mutated by a Splicer, so he knew well what it was like to be out of it, and this blew both of those situations away.<br/><br/>His suit detected the presence of certain entities that weren't ordinary humans. Great. Why couldn't they all just be like Mad Stan, normal yet deranged? His vision stopped spinning and blurring and he saw what appeared to be an exotically dressed female and a male who resembled Superman, although more colorful and with a cape. There was no data in his files about them. THAT was troubling. Bruce had spent his entire life fighting villains and compiling all the data he could on every metahuman, alien and other abnormality under the sun, and yet here were two of them that couldn't be identified.<br/><br/>He decided to try playing weak, like he was still as badly disoriented as when he first came through the anomaly. If he could catch them off-guard it would be to his advantage, and based on their ability to fly seemingly unaided by technology, he was going to need all the tactical advantage he could get. Of course, he didn't take into account that they might not have been hostile, but in this unknown territory, under these circumstances, and with no data about any of them whatsoever, it wasn't like he had many other options. He lay down on his front, knowing if he needed to he could roll over and deliver a two-legged kick, or activate his jet boots and boost forward depending on what they decided to do with him. When he felt one of them put a hand on his shoulder, and their grip wasn't solid enough for him to be unable to break, he quickly sprang up, grasped their arm and tugged forward hard, swinging what he now saw was the exotic female over his shoulder and sending her flying. He knew she could already fly and that it wouldn't do much to her but it would have her by surprise and he was able to fire off a Batarang with an extra-strong tensile cable that was made to wrap around a humanoid body and be extremely difficult to break, even for superhumans.<br/><br/>He decided to make a break for it. He extended his wings and kicked off, blasting into the air and moving in the direction furthest from where the man and woman's relative positions were. He may not have known where he was going to go, but he needed answers, and civilization was a better bet, so he scanned for the largest cluster of buildings he could find. He got a location, but no data on the name of the city or even where it was on the planet. What had happened? Why was everything so out of place? Or was he the only one out of place here?