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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[stephbrown]

Steph blinks, because the diction, the movement... it's Cass. It has to be Cass, but...

"What the hell," she says, but she tucks the 'rangs away.

[not_easy_being_green]

Connor doesn't miss the exchange, but he doesn't really know what to make of it for now.

Choosing to focus on the more pressing issue, he speaks, "Batman. How many of us can you take with you?"

[bat_by_another_name]

Ah, well. They did start this confrontation, it stands to reason they'd want to see it through. That's how she would feel.

But they are still technically in Gotham.

She raises a brow and huffs. "No one. Not unless you like... hanging outside." She looks at them. "You have... no way to follow?"

[newoutsiders]

As if in response, the Hall of Doom wobbles as it continues sinking slowly in altitude, engines sputtering. It's about five feet off the ground at this point.

[not_easy_being_green]

... well, that answers that question.

"Let's go," Connor says. He runs towards the base, though he'll do a quick survey of the entrance before deciding to vault in this time around.

[glowymeatshield]

"I can carry Batgirl," says Starfire. "Connor, do you have a grappling arrow? I don't think that base is going anywhere terribly fast."

She frowns. "Actually... I can probably take out the thrusters..."

She fires a starbolt at one, experimentally, to see just how fragile the thing is after all these years.