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My name is Thomas Wayne, Junior. And this world is not my own. But I'm making it one, forging it into my new world, making Gotham my new home. But first, in order to get home, I must comply with [i]Amanda Waller.[/i] Even on my world, she was hated, and yet there, she was little more than a hindrance with her corporate sponsored Superheroes, manageable, in a sense. Here, she wields power, controlling this world's A.R.G.U.S. It's interesting how far she's willing to go to achieve her own ends, and how little she seems to care about the means; This world's Waller could have gone far back on my world. 

But that was then, and this is now. Now, I've got a gun pointed at my groin, and a teenager who thinks she can sneak up on me, her swords poised at the throat of my suit. "Guns don't scare me, so much as they do annoy me." I say, calm. Slipping a finger between her swords, I slowly push them away and stand up with my hands palm out. "And your stealth needs some work, kid. Walk more on the ball of your feet, less on the heel." Sliding away, I sidle over to the shadows, and replace my cowl. Captain Boomerang is next to speak up, clearly terrified of Ultraman. I can't think of a man besides myself that isn't. Digger Harkness; his name isn't a surprise, after the files Grid pulled on everyone working in the superhuman community. True, Harkness doesn't fit into the normal category of superhuman; but then again, I don't either. Catman speaks up as well, a walking example of what not to do with confidence. Judging by the height and frame, I'd gauge him as 6'2"-6'4". Then the atlantean comes in and tries to make an ass of us all. Orm doesn't realize that we all have different motivations, all have different ways of operating. He's naive, from what I'm hearing, but his taking the piss out of Catman is....amusing.