<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/>Shiiiiit! He hissed in his mind. That pseudo-Superman guy may have substituted heat vision for electricity-throwing, but it was still going to be a challenge dealing with him, if he could even muster a hope against a power of that magnitude. And that overly-sexy, redheaded Wonder Woman-type woman didn't even get caught in his bolas, not that it would have stopped her from flying after him while she attempted to break free of its grip.<br/><br/>His kind of flight wasn't meant for aerial battles even after all this time, and without the Batplane, he couldn't see himself being able to shake his pursuers. The only hope was to find a place with lots of cover and start to utilize his camouflage mechanism to turn invisible, though if this potential Bizarro-Superman had the same super-hearing as the real thing, it wouldn't help much.<br/><br/>He reached the skyline and dipped into a freefall to save power and fuel in his jet boots while he descended down the front of an innocuous office building. He slowed his descent with his wings and landed on a ledge, darting behind a corner and activating the mechanism on his belt to make him invisible to the naked eye. He steadied himself on the ledge several stories up and caught his breath. "Where...the...hell...am...I?" he whispered, panting. His GPS wasn't registering this location, or any location he was familiar with. Bruce was still unresponsive. No sign of Firefly or the wreckage of the Batplane, even. What was that thing in the sky? Had it brought him to another dimension? Some kind of bizarro-world where every superhero had a dark mirror image of the ones from his world? He tried to access radio signals but didn't recognize any of them. The music was...really old-fashioned. None of the news on the radio seemed like anything he was familiar with, even from history. This might have been a parallel dimension with very few actual parallels to his own.<br/><br/>He didn't know what to do. Surrender to those weirdos and hope they would hear him out? Even after his failure to greet them cordially...<br/><br/>He decided there might be a better option. He jumped down off the ledge again and landed in the alley. Still invisible, he made sure no one was around and took the suit off. Stuffing it into a bag it had compressed into the utility belt and using it as a backpack, he was now just plain old Terry McGinnis, and walked out of the alley onto the street, hoping to get some answers, and figuring it would be easier if nobody had any reason to think he was the visitor from that phenomenon in the sky. That is, if he hadn't misjudged his privacy and been caught by one of his pursuers, or one of their friends.