Notes: No real notes yet, just more to explore :)
The Warehouse that Nightwing had jokingly hoped would become more of a warehome didn't pan out, but it did serve a purpose. It was now the perfect front for Zeta tube convergence, and the team often met there before returning to their new HQ. With the League fully operational, space had been made for them. Technically, they were still in Mount Justice, albeit several levels underground. The perfect place for a new secret bass was beneath the bones of the old one.
Conner stood at a comfortable distance behind Robin, partially amazed at the consistent clacking blips and bloops the boy's fingers made as they pianoed their way across the screen.
Tim was even more of a technology buff than Dick had been…. and that's saying something.
Most of the others had filed out after the initial report had been filed... Kaldur had left Tim to his own investigative processes.
Robin had leapt immediately into scanning the crystal and data mining for additional images to pull from. Conner stayed behind because he was invested. La'gaan as well, though he was pacing, arms crossed, staring at his own feet. Dick, Jaime, and Bart had joined them, all three of them staring intently at the computer screen as Tim typed.
Thanks to traffic cams on the bridge, Tim had managed to get several awkward camera angles of the fight… not that it helped to identify the freak with the masks and the staff. He was well and truly covered. That meant they had to look at details for him.
"What's that on his staff?" Jaime asked, pointing to a single slip of orange on the edge of his staff.
Tim's eyes flick to the screen before even more furious typing. The shot is mostly static, he's walking. Nothing more. The computer freezes the image and zooms in, but it blurs.
"Impossible to say at this resolution." Robin muttered. "Something inlaid into the wood, maybe." A minute shake of his head accompanied that inquiry before he moved on entirely. The query had been cataloged, but there was too much to consider to waste time on it.
"What have you gotten so far?" Nightwing asked.
"Computer puts him at 6ft 4." Robin reported. "Around… 250 pounds, give or take." He sighed heavily. "Due to multiple masks, we can't even hope for a facial recognition. And every bit of his skin is covered… Superboy says his eyes were green."
"So, no distinguishable marks, but he has green eyes."
"Exactly."
"The woman?"
"Anyone else think she looks like Milla Jovovich?" Jaime asked, tilting his head to the side. "I mean, she's tan, but… in the face and all.."
"I see it." Bart said, his head also tilted to the side. "The white hair's a bit much."
"Computer has her around 130 pounds, and she's…" he squinted, looking a little more closely at the readout. "... 5 foot 9?... a little under."
"Damn. That's tall." Impulse rattled. "And not just because I'm short. Don't say it's cause I'm short. That's tall."
"It's above average." Superboy said with a shrug. "It's really light for so tall…"
Robin muttered under his breath, frustrated by the lack of data. "We have a clear shot of her face, but no matching facial recognition."
Conner stares at the shot Robin's referring to, the one of her suspended in mid air... Her face is open, unobscured, and utterly surprised. He remembers that face, and how quickly it shifted to fear... fear that she was hurting him.
"Nothing in the DMV database?" Nightwing asked, his voice reflecting shock.
"Nothing."
Nightwing turned to Superboy. "You were closest to her. Did she sound international?"
Superboy shook his head. "No. She definitely sounded American."
"Hey, look at this." Robin hunkered down, enlarging a camera on top of the bridge.
The angle was awkward due to a previous strike. It was tilted downward, but the angle suddenly became perfect when the masked freak jumped up there… the bottom of his staff was directly in front of the camera. Robin froze the image and flipped it to reveal bright orange letters that spelled out the word…..
"Virgin?" La'gaan asked.
"Virgil." Nightwing corrected.
"Did that asshole steal that staff from some guy named Virgil?" Jaime asked.
Robin shrugged, typing 'Virgil' above the guy's figure.
"Dude… really?" Bart asked.
"We've already got a Virgil…" Jaime reminds.
"It's the only name we have to go with at this point." Robin said with a shrug. His attention snapped to a popup screen to his right as the computer flashed the words 'Possible Match' and '98%'. "Fingerprints!"
"What now?" Conner asked.
"The rock? The clear Kryptonite? It had three fingerprints on it!" he said as he tapped the link under the word 'match'. "The computer's found a viable…"
They all stared as the image of a tiny, mousy-haired girl came up in sharp contrast next to the woman it had matched her to.
"No way…" La'gaan murmured, his eyes drifting between the two, his arms hanging listlessly at his sides.
"She's like… four feet tall!" Bart yelped, trying hard not to laugh (and failing).
"Who is she?" Nightwing asked.
"Anita Lilian Moore." Robin recited the words in a more robotic monotone than Red Tornado.
Nightwing stared at the images. They all stared at them. "Uh… go back to the security footage and… see if you can find this girl anywhere on, near, or around the bridge around the time of the incident."
Robin's fingers sprung to life, entering in new search parameters into the recognition software.
"What are you thinking?" Conner asked.
Dick shrugged, reaching for his cell phone. "We know that the other one could turn invisible…" he sighed as Superboy's eyes narrowed. Even he could see that Dick felt like he was reaching.
"Transformation, maybe?" Jaime ventures.
"Maybe…" Nightwing scoffed. "Stranger things have happened."
"Recognized, Batman 02." The imminent arrival of the Dark Knight was immediately followed by, "What do you have so far?"
"Fingerprints from the woman, but… they belong to this girl." Nightwing reported.
"We have confirmation." Robin announced. He pointed to an area where pedestrians could walk on the bridge. While her frame was slight, she was certainly there. Taking photos of the view over the water before the attack.
Kaldur joined them. "That is always good to hear." Dick repeated Robin's findings to Kaldur, while Batman glared at the images on the screen.
The puzzle pieces were clearer, but...but he still wasn't entirely sure how they all fit together. They needed more intel.
