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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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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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"Yes," she says dreamily. "Yes, that sounds like a good idea."
"Wait!" Lemmy says. "Let me go get something! From, uh, my pants."
You can only imagine what Lemmy is thinking as he rummages through his own body's pockets.
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Lemmy picks a phone out of his pocket- and keeps his hand in place as he stretches behind Connor, Cass, and Steph, all standing over Grundy in the foreground, as he throws up metal horns with his other hand and sticks out his tongue.
*SNAP*
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Instead of further humoring Lemmy's efforts, she turns to Silverpool. "Are you alright?" she asks as gently as she can manage behind the projected voice of the suit. "Do you need anything else?"
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She utters, a little lower than her usual volume, "All of us... can only try to be."
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He goes over to check on Starfire.
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He walks back to the others. "Starfire's still out, and she doesn't look too good. Does anyone know if she has a doctor on this planet?"
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He goes to try just that.
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"I think it's time to call in the authorities," Connor says. He looks at Starfire. "Maybe someone can get some sun lamps for her."
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"Sun lamps? I don't know of anyone who has a bunch of those just sitting around. Do we break into the botanical gardens or something?"
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A team also arrives to incarcerate Grundy- who is roused awake by the company.
"Won't... go..." he mutters. "Not like this. Gotta... start over..."
There's a loud snap as Grundy bites down on something. His body begins to glow white.
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