Unfortunately for Archer, his little trip to the hospital pretty much blew his cover as far as his parents were concerned. The injuries he sustained in the fight were not really the kind one could easily explain away. Archer honestly expected to be pressured into quitting the team under the pretense of it being too dangerous. However, that never came up. At all. In fact both his parents seemed to treat the situation in a positive light, confident that working in the company of superheroes would provide a positive influence for him. Maybe they just agreed that since he was about to turn 18, they would simply trust him to make his own decisions? Or maybe Batman convinced them? Archer wasn't exactly privy to what went on around him through the first night and in the morning of the next day after being brought in. So exhausted was he that he just slipped in and out of sleep.

From what he understood, it was Hector who brought him to the hospital. As for his parents... Wildcat was likely the one who called them. When the team was first formed, Archer made up the excuse that he wanted to learn boxing and self defense under Grant's instruction, and so the elder superhero traded some contact info with Archer's parents to sell the idea to them. After a few days or so in the hospital, Archer was itching to get out and back to work. Staying in the hospital bed only ever gave him time to think. And the more time he spent thinking, the more time he spent blaming himself for all of the team's problems.

This was the third time in a row the team suffered a major blow, whilst on his watch no less. He let Mr. Freeze cripple Neith. He failed to stop the owls from capturing Ves. He couldn't protect the gym. He couldn't protect Caitlyn. His plan to stop the owls failed miserably, and was quite poorly thought out in hindsight. He couldn't even save Chester's rats. As far as hero'ing was concerned, he was doing an utterly shitty job. And, of course, there was also the tragedy with Robin still haunting the back of his mind. If only he were stronger. There had to be something - some[i]one[/i] - who could help him.

"..." Archer said nothing. The silence in the room was deafening, the kind of quiet where could hear a slight ringing in their ears. The kind of silence that seemed to slow the world to a crawl. He was alone in the hospital room, having lost track of how many days he'd been there. Odd, since he expected his parents to have been there still, never leaving. Finally, a nurse entered, she carried a clipboard and appeared to be making marks on whatever paper was attached to it.

"Everything's checked out, you can check out whenever you're ready." she said, handing Archer the clipboard to sign. That's right, he was legally old enough to sign the check out form himself. He did so, and within minutes he was brought out to the front door on a wheelchair, as was standard practice, "And you're sure you've got transportation covered?" she asked, sounding confused since Archer had elected to contact no one about being checked out.

"I'm fine. Thanks for everything." said Archer, only half-paying attention. He was back in suit, and of course, his identity would be kept confidential. Similar to before, Zero used his powers to skate along the street and sidewalks. He was a bit sore, but otherwise he seemed okay. Perhaps he was treated with some form of advanced medication from S.T.A.R. Labs or something, he wasn't sure. He remembered Wildcat telling him something about a hotel the team was currently staying at. From Gotham Mercy Hospital - where Zero was taken - it was pretty much a straight shot to the west to reach it.

Zero wasn't going west, though. Instead he was going North-Northwest... toward Arkham Asylum.