Malik grumbled at the voice in his head as he came out the Zeta Tube in a dark alley in Gotham. His mind was clouded because of his anger, leaving him vulnerable to Manchester's powers. [i]"I don't need that team, I don't need the Bat or Arrow! I don't need any of them!"[/i] As he walked through the alley he could hear crying coming from the front. His eyes narrowed as he stared some guy holding a girl up against a wall while he held a knife to her throat. [i]Perfect.[/i]

He moved like a shadow, his temper fueling his actions. Before the man could even notice him he had already grasped his arm and tossed him onto the ground, holding him in very painful arm bar. He looked up at the woman. "Your alright ma'am, I'd suggest leaving, you really aren't going to want to see this." The woman stared down at the man who was trying desperately to break free from Malik's hold and looked back at him as if she wanted to ask him something. He laughed. "Go ahead." The women cocked back her leg and kicked the man as hard and the face as she could, knocking out a few of his teeth. She nodded at Malik and ran out of the alley.

Malik laughed and pulled on the guys arm tighter, relishing his pain. "Attacking a defenseless woman aren't you a tough guy?" He leaned closer and pulled harder. "Now comes the tough, yet very fun decision: Do I break your arm or not?"