<div class="floatright">(https://encrypted-tbn1.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRP78cUk8U_9h-F2Kj79YL-7FSEr-YrMfDG76ZBQfjOOahazhlh)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Terry McGinnis/Neo-Batman<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>3 PM, U.S. time zone<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Seeking shelter in the nearby major city<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/>Their flying ability was way beyond his own, not that it was saying much, it was just machinery while theirs was intrinsic. Despite the splintering batarang explosives, the female was able to evade it and flank him. The green gas-burst explosions didn't exactly help him keep track of her movements with all the bright light and noise, and he'd already had his fill of that from falling through the breach, so it was no surprise she managed to tackle him from the rear. He wasn't prepared for her level of strength, either, and wasn't able to brace himself for any impact, let alone one that he hadn't felt since going up against the Man of Steel when he was mind-controlled by a squid-like parasite. He fell forward, sliding along the rough rooftop, his body tingling with numbness at the total shock of the impact that hurt very badly despite the suit's protection. While his overall strength was magnified nearly ten-fold while in the suit, she still managed to overpower his arms. Not good.<br/><br/>She seemed very excitable. This was apparently fun for her. Not exactly what he expected, although that would lend credibility to his theory that this was a bizarro-dimension where evil versions of superheroes went around hunting victims for sport. But she seemed to be under the misapprehension that he was a robot. Was there any sport in hunting robots? Maybe he needed to rethink this whole thing. She also had the impression that he was an intruder here. So they weren't the ones that had drawn him there against his will? Maybe it was time to start talking and not shooting things at each other.<br/><br/>"You mean you didn't bring me here?" he shot back, still struggling against her grip. It took some major yoga posing to get into the right position but he managed to activate his suit's electric defense, hoping the shock would get her to let go, or at least weaken her grip so he could break free. Satisfied that he could now extricate at least one arm, he pulled off his mask. "See? I'm not a robot or an alien!" he shouted, his bare human face visible, and visibly annoyed. There seemed to be no sign of recognition there, so he was at least right that nobody there seemed to know who he was, inside OR outside of the suit. "I don't even know where I am! I was being chased through Neo-Gotham's airspace by some mutant freak and the next thing I know, my plane explodes and I nearly fall to my death after getting sucked through some kind of hole in the sky!" he growled, pointing in the general direction of the phenomenon, though it was now resembling no more than a streak of lightning across the cloudy sky, and fading. "So excuse me for trying to fight for my life when I didn't know who you were, or if you were responsible for what happened to me! You didn't exactly come to my rescue when I was free-falling to my doom." he turned to see where the other guy was, wondering if he'd need to explain this all over again to him too, or if they'd even believe him and he'd have to try to fight his way out again.