Showdown at Slaughter Swamp

[newoutsiders]

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.

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[not_easy_being_green]

Bow in hand, Connor shifts quickly into stealth mode, moving lightly on his feet, carefully surveying his surroundings. He tilts his head, indicating the shack. "You have binoculars or something to check the windows?" he whispers quietly.

[glowymeatshield]

Backup arrives- it is, perhaps conveniently, or inconveniently (depending on how much stealth would be needed), also its own light source. Starfire leaves her signature fire contrail behind her as she flies northward to the Slaughter Swamp from the city, until she slows enough to begin searching the area for signs of Green Arrow and Batgirl.

Finally, she touches down at their location. "Oracle said you might be in need of a little help. It's nice to meet you, Batgirl. I've heard good things. Nice to see you again, Green Arrow."

[newoutsiders]

The entire swamp bubbles up as rockets go off below the Hall of Doom. Slowly, but then steadily, the base begins to take flight.

[newoutsiders]

With Connor taking point, Batman, Batgirl, and Starfire all follow into the Hall of Doom. They find themselves in a literal hallway- one which follows the circumference of the dome-shaped structure.

You all hear heavy footsteps approaching you at an unnervingly even clip- all stepping in exact unison. Focusing, Batman discerns that the sound indicates six sets of footsteps marching towards your party on either side of you. Which seems to indicate a welcoming committee of an even dozen.