<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/>Terry had never gone up against magic before. In the future, it was virtually unheard of. Everything he'd come up against was the result of either simple metahuman genetics or other quantum phenomena like the Green Lantern's rings. He'd never dealt with spells or other such inexplicable enchantments such as the one that had reconstructed his bat-bolas and was sending them back at him like a homing missile. Luckily the suit had detection software for incoming projectiles within a certain proximity, regardless of their origin. Any flying object at a certain speed and trajectory was detected and he would be informed of its direction relative to him. But without the costume on, all he could hear was that familiar beeping in his backpack. "Oh, hell." he rolled his eyes, turning them upwards to the sky to see what was coming at him. He couldn't tell if the flying object was one of those two superhumans or something else, but it was unlikely to be a coincidence that not minutes after he'd landed, something was coming towards his general direction from the air.<br/><br/>He pulled the suit out of the backpack and considered putting it on the middle of the street. There weren't many people around and it fit comfortably around his civilian clothes, and anyway, what were the odds anyone in this crazy place knew who he was without the mask on anyway? Besides, it was unlikely he could make it to a good hiding place before he was found and could turn invisible again, so if he was going to make a last stand, he might as well be ready as quickly as possible. Once again clad in the flexible yet enormously durable batsuit, he scanned for the direction of ingress, and using telescopic enhancement, saw that it was his own batarang, coated in some kind of unfamiliar aura. They must have been using that to lead them to him. But hadn't they blown it up with lightning before? This wasn't good. Even Superman wasn't capable of that kind of feat!<br/><br/>He took to the air again, not wanting them to have that advantage over him. He made it to a rooftop just as the batarang found its way back to him, and fell at his feet. He picked it up, analyzing it to see if whatever had been done to it would make it unusable again. It seemed solid enough so he stuck it back into his pressurized shooter gauntlet, taking out another one he thought might be his only chance. Since he saw what they could do before, he decided on a different approach that might catch them off-guard, as well as one last-ditch strategy that may not have worked if he was wrong about their origins, but he didn't know what else he could do. Combining two batarangs' special features into one custom weapon, he waited for them to approach, hoping to catch them close together so he would have the best chance of catching both of them in this strike.<br/><br/>When he caught a glimpse of them, he wound back and threw it with all his might, which, inside the suit, was considerably powerful. Instead of the single whirling projectile, this one splintered into four in mid-flight, going in four different angles that couldn't be predicted, and yet still moving inexorably towards their targets. These ones, however, didn't contain wire restraints, but low-level explosives laced with Kryptonite that would release a dust which, while it would weaken Superman, wouldn't allow the explosives within the batarangs to be lethal to him, just enough to take him out of the air and disorient him. But if those two weren't Kryptonian, it would be a big, fat waste of time, and that was his only Kryptonite-based weapon.