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Showdown at Slaughter Swamp
Batgirl and Green Arrow have been riding for a few hours now, on their way to Slaughter Swamp: the last sighting of the mutated, truck driving zombie dubbed "Gingross." The red-tinged air pollution of Gotham fades behind you, giving way to the muted moonlight of a cloudy night sky. The swamp carries something of a supernatural reputation, as you're well aware- if the "hauntings" in Connor's building can be traced anywhere, Slaughter Swamp is as likely a point of origin as any.
Eventually, you run out of road and park the Batcycle. The nearest source of real light is coming through the window of a nearby, small wooden shack right on the edge of the swamp.
Eventually, you run out of road and park the Batcycle. The nearest source of real light is coming through the window of a nearby, small wooden shack right on the edge of the swamp.
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She looks around. "How's the guy in the contraption doing?"
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An examination of the contraption to which Lemmy's body is attached yields some disconnected IVs, filled gingo extract.
Before you, the Meta-Grundy armor undergoes a strange mitosis, as it splits into two human sized, human shaped bodies. They look like Sal and Perry, made entirely from metal.
"All right," Perry says, examining the back of his new hand. "Looks like I'm back in the game! Wait 'til Flash gets a load of me."
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At Perry's words, Connor turns back, looking less than amused.
"Thank you for your help there. We can't hold you on anything, so technically, you're free to go. But you have a second chance. You can do more with your life now than you ever could. Don't waste it."
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Perry smashes through the ceiling, and launches away as a huge ball bearing at an unmatchable speed.
As for Lemmy- he's alive, but only in the basest sense of the term. In terms of brain activity, there's no putting the genie back in the bottle.
"Sorry about that guy," Sal says sheepishly. "Thanks for saving me from that nightmare. Hey- uh, if you need any help, with Kathleen and this new kid, I could spare some metal for their computer disk things. Least I could do. I'm... kind of densely packed right now."
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When Sal speaks, he nods. "Thank you. I think... that's the least they deserve, after all of this." He turns to Steph. "Batgirl? You took Kathleen's responsometer, right?"
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"Whoooooaaaaa-ho-ho-ho-hooooo!" Lemmy says, constituting into a metal version of himself- albeit in a little better shape. "This fuckin' OWNS!"
Kathleen's metal, though, just coalesces in a puddle. It bubbles a wordless, mournful wail.
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She frowns at the distress Stephanie is going through and slowly approaches the liquified metal that is supposed to be Kathleen. The cries cause Batman's heart to instantly break. She turns to Sal. "She's in pain. Is there another part to her that's... gone?"
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"There is no Kathleen the human," she says, voice choking.
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She steps closer to this Kathleen.
"It is what you are now," she agrees. "But... you also have a soul. We can hear it clearly." She cocks her head to the side. "You can choose who you are going to be next. But. You are more than a blob."
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"Maybe... maybe you're right," she says. "I can be whoever I want now. I don't have to be Kathleen. I don't have to be the old me."
The puddle rises in a pillar, sculpting itself into a beautiful young woman, dressed in a monochrome gown somewhere between prom and princess. One who only just barely resembles the sad, unhinged woman Connor had researched- and maybe a few years younger.
"I don't know if I can be her again. Or want to. But I can be somebody. I can be who I am inside. You can call me..." she looks over her shimmering, somewhat eerily beautiful form.
"...Silverpool."
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He glances at Sal. "What will you two do now?"
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He stares at you, mouth agape.
"...Mr. Hawke?"
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"Can we wait to talk about this until there's less of an audience, at least?"
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"Are you making fun of me?" Kathleen asks.
"N-no, bro!" he says, suddenly apologetic. "I just wanna try the hero thing. You know, all these powers. Why waste 'em? Maybe I can go back home, do some real good. This could be just the beginning of weirdo adventures for me."
"Yeah..." Silverpool says, a little self-conscious. "I'm thinking about something like that too. Helping people. Like these people helped us."
"I'm just... I'm just gonna go," Sal says. "Move back into my apartment. Try to get my life back together. Maybe I can make some money at STAR Labs, they're always looking for guys like... whatever I am now."
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