[h3][b][i]BEFORE...[/i][/b][/h3]

The truth is that Monolith was entirely correct in his assessment of Zen, in or out of his Trask armor loadout.  He was a precision calculating fighter.  As a machine built for it, he dedicated much of his cycles towards combat, and how to use it properly.  The rest was personal needs and his personality.  For instance, when Animal Man came at him and Monolith in the form of rhinos, the android's speed and use of leverage was applied towards tripping it up or attacking from the side.  Rhinos were great at charging, but they didn't [i]corner[/i] well, unlike Zen.  The T-Rex form was also a trouble in a head-on attack, and the whipping tail was a flying slab of meat that could knock you into a wall with ease.  However, it could do nothing to protect its senses, so a blinding flash to the eyes, followed by using its own heavy weight to slam it to the ground was a viable strategy that [i]eventually[/i] worked, as Garfield was still highly-experienced and apparently fought or sparred with technological foes before.

It was roughly two weeks later, while Zen was plugged into the system to work, that he overheard Animal Man on the phone from the hideout's security feed, and then arched what you might call an electronic eyebrow when the man seemed to panic at whoever he was talking to.  Tracing the signal, he found that it was someone calling from Old Gotham, and that soon - with a little finnagling over the e-space - he could see what was out there.  What he say was...

[color=00aeef][i]Oh my...[/i][/color]

...most unexpected.

[h3][b][i]NOW...[/i][/b][/h3]

Time had passed, since then and now, and Zen had gotten himself settled into this new Titan's Tower.  Naturally, his room was decked out in technology.  To explain, it was thus...  The room had a number of computer servers in out-of-the-way spots on the room, all centering their connections on a single self-adjusting chair which could go from an upright seat to a flat slab with a repair station.  His Trask armor was stored overhead for easy access, as it replaced his Zen armor.  There were other machines for storing weapons, and of course he had his own printer now.  Ahead were a number of screens to corralate all the computer data he was sifting through while he was connected via the seat, like he was now.  It was in an easy chair form, with alot of controls being manipulated now.  On the screen was the picture of a human being among several text and face-matching entries, in which he was getting no hits.

[color=00aeef][i]Where are you...?  Why can I not locate you?  Was it an identity protection plan?  Or did you simply change your name in shame?[/i][/color]

He could not go to Oracle for this, although she might know.  It was a personal matter, first of all, and also...if he did not do this with subtlety, he might make a little too much noise...  So, he continued his search, dimly aware that training time was approaching.  If he was called, he would go, but for now...this was Zen's focus.