Chapter 3:

An Eye Opener and No Mistake

(Line belongs to Samwise the Brave)

Ryder and Spoke drove down city street that night. Their first stop on this new case was the police station in the Universities jurisdiction, where they hoped to find some information on why all the cases directly related to the school were dropped. But this was a dead end. No one had any information for them. In fact, they felt like they were actively avoiding their questions. It was as if the entirety of the police district was trying to get rid of them. They knew that local law enforcement departments and the Feds had friction, but this felt like something out of the ordinary.

"I didn't like that" said Spoke from the driver's seat of their FBI issued Mustang. "I got the feeling we were being thrown of purposefully."

"Same here" said Ryder. "You know me, I was a cop once. That back there didn't feel like any normal police department. It was too mundane, too much like an office. It shouldn't be like that. In fact it's never like that, even on a quiet day. When you work crime, especially the hard, dirty street crime, you don't function like a pencil pusher."

"And what are we?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Yeah, Yeah. But yeah, I see what you mean."

Ryder nodded. "So what now?"

"Now, we go to the university, see what we can dig up there."

"Now?" asked Ryder. "But it's half past nine. The main office will be closed anyway."

"I thought you were a cop Ryder. You know the good stuff always happens under the cover of darkness. Even the white collar criminals prefer to do things at night. We're just going to have a look around, see if anything comes out of the woodwork."

Ryder sighed. "I know that. I was just really looking forward to a break from the last case is all."

"What, got a date?"

"No, but I was trying to plan one. You know a woman grows tired if you keep making excuses."

"Well, that's why I haven't had a date in ten years."

"Yeah? So like what, too scared to get back out there?"

"Nope, just married to my job."

Somewhere behind them, three city blocks to be exact, Henry and his brother Michael were driving in the same direction, on their way to the same destination to be exact. Henry had been on edge for the last thirty minutes of driving.

Mike however had other things on his mind. "...But like, is Locke dead for good? Is he coming back to life later? I don't know! Why announce that he is dead on the season finale, after they 'moved' the island. How does that happen anyway?"

"Mike, I'm going after my estranged girlfriend who might be in trouble, and you're still going on about LOST?!"

"First off all, It hasn't even been a month yet, so it is hardly enough time to consider a relationship 'estranged'. Secondly, you're not as involved in this show as I am! And third, have you considered that this was just a typo?"

"A typo that says 'help'?"

"Then why doesn't she reply back if it's so urgent?"

"Maybe she can't get back to the phone."

Michael sighed. "Alright, alright maybe it is something, maybe. Even though, why call you? Why not the police, or campus security or someone closer to her?"

Henry shook his head. "I don't know Mike. I haven't seen her for a while, and have hardly heard from her in that time. Something was going on before, and it might be falling apart now."

"Well, what do you think is going on?"

Henry shook his head, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead, wishing he was there already. "I don't know."

Clithe was beside himself, running about the lab, grabbing odd components out of drawers and from tabletops. Loki stood in watch, still waiting for an explanation for the man's madness. He fiddled with the Allspark shard in his hand, anxious to put it to work. Laura leaned against the wall, watching with great interest as her mentor went about like a mad man, as he does often when he makes even the most minor of discoveries. It was late now, two hours to midnight, but Loki's spell gave his servants more energy than normal, so all were up and about.

"You said you figured out why the machine is so random" said Loki. "You have yet to explain why."

"Infrared radiation" said Clithe, his focus still primarily with the task at hand, scrambling around searching for the right tools. "All light travels in waves. Electricity travels in waves. Sometimes when they collide, they create very faint electromagnetic outbursts. So faint it can't even be detected by the most sensitive measuring devices. No one ever considers these outbursts in even the most sensitive of experiments. That is, expect for trans-dimensional travel it seems."

"Can you fix it?" asked Loki.

"Certainly. It will take some minor tinkering, but I imagine that some shielding to prevent random radiation, and using a more sensitive infrared emitters, I can accurately revisit the same worlds on command."

"When?" asked Loki more insistently.

Clithe shrugged. "A few hours at the most."

Loki smiled, nearly on the verge of laughing. "That's excellent! Do it!"

"Once we have this installed, I will begin changing the infrared output, recording which frequency will take us to which universe. This last universe, the 'Transformers' universe should be the first one."

"Good. Very good. Begin work immediately. If you need me, I shall begin my own experiment with the Allspark. Laura, stand by. When I call for you, go fetch that yammering robot for me."

"Got it, sir" said Laura. Deep down, both Clithe finding the problem with the machine and Loki getting his hands on the Allspark, a potentially world ending device (Just one of the many such devices found in a variety of movies: the One Ring and the Death Star coming to mind), her own fears only grew. Hope was running out.

"Oh and Doctor" said Loki just before leaving the room. "How is that little side project going?"

"Oh, just great. I have some colleges finishing it up as we speak."

"And, can you make the same corrections on it as you are doing to the bigger one?"

"Absolutely."

"Good. When it is complete, then we can move our work to another more secure location, then proceed to phase two."

Clithe nodded, then got back to work. Loki then turned and left the room, where his velociraptor 'pets' followed close behind. This got Laura's attention. What did he have Dr. Clithe working on in secret?

In addition to the normal school hours, RUT also offers night classes, meaning it never really closes for the day. Parking in one of the visitor lots, Ryder and Spoke walked along the path between the various buildings. Lights were on in only a handful of rooms, with small street lamps giving a soft glow for pedestrians to see. A small number of students and faculty were walking about, taking no time to try and socialize. Though most were no doubt just anxious to end their late classes and head home, Ryder couldn't help but notice that everyone seemed more alert, but in a mechanical way. If he remembered college well (what little he actually did), he remembered nothing but needless worry and endless nights. Everyone here seemed determined, with an oddly alert look to them.

"Hey Spoke, is it just me, or does everyone here seem, peppy?"

"It looks that way" said Spoke. "Last I remember, the pep ended in high-school."

"At least for me it did" said Ryder. Seeing a woman of African descent walk past him, Ryder kept his glance to the side, trying to look disinterested. She did look at him however as he walked by. When she passed him, he caught site of her bright, blue eyes. Something about those eyes stirred a curiosity in him, like something was off about them. As she walked on by, Ryder looked back briefly, but then turned back forward quickly. "Huh" he said.

"What?" asked Spoke.

"Nah, it's just, you don't see to many black girls with blue eyes."

Spoke blinked. "It happens." Spoke thought as they walked on. He paid attention now to the people, particularly their eyes. They must have passed ten people now, and he was noticing one thing. "They all have it" he said after a while.

"What?" asked Ryder.

"Blue eyes, everyone I passed. And the brightest I have seen. Now I don't know about you, but blue eyes aren't that common."

Ryder narrowed his eyes. "Hmm. Weird. Why one earth..."

Their conversation was cut short by what sounded like shouting around the corner to one of administration buildings. "What's that about?" asked Spoke.

"Sounds like something coming out of the woodwork" said Ryder, already striding forward to the source, Spoke close behind. They ran around a corner, where a line of offices stood encased in glass walls stood on the first floor of one of the buildings. There they found a loud argument going on between three people; an office attendee, and two guys dressed in casual attire. One, a young man with brown hair, was yelling at the woman, while the other, a slightly shorter man with a lighter shade of brown was trying to reason with the former.

"Just get me Dr. Clithe's office!" yelled the taller man, Henry Jonston being his name. "It's a very simple question."

"Sir, I'm going to call security" said the surprisingly calm woman, pushing him away from the door.

Meanwhile, Mike found himself in the middle, trying to find some middle ground. "Henry, would you calm down!" Mike said. He then turned his attention to the woman. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but this is an emergency."

"It doesn't matter. The offices are closed. I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

As Henry and the woman lashed it out, Ryder and Spoke found this to be the perfect opportunity to inquire answers.

"Is there a problem here?" asked Spoke as he and his partner walked up.

"No one asked you!" said Henry.

Mike shook his head. "His girlfriend sent him a text asking for help, and we haven't heard from her since. She goes to school here."

"And for the last time, I cannot help you." said the woman.

"Well maybe you can help us" said Spoke. Seeing his chance to possibly pry, he flipped his jacket and showed his badge. "William Spoke, FBI. Maybe we can help?"

At that, the woman's bright blue eyes went wide. At once, almost instantly, she said "Wait here. Let me call the security head", then ran off inside behind glass doors. Henry and Mike waited, hoping to finally get some answers. Through the glass, they watched as the woman picked up the phone and began making a call, looking back at them with a calm, fixed glare.

"So" began Ryder. "You're girlfriend went missing?"

Henry nodded. "She's been, reclusive lately. Then a few hours ago I get a text from her saying 'help'. Then nothing."

"Well, it's not much to go on" said Spoke.

"Look, I know her!" said Henry, mad. "She wouldn't just send texts unless she were really in trouble. She doesn't make jokes."

"Trust me" said Mike. "No sense of humor."

"Regardless" said Ryder, sensing that the young man was set in his belief, "we're going to get to the bottom of this for you."

Henry let out a frustrated sigh. "Thank you." So for a short while, they waited.

It was now sometime since the woman placed the call. She stood there behind the desk in the office for the longest time, just looking at them with an emotionless expression. Henry began pacing, growing impatience.

"Who are we waiting for anyway?" asked Mike.

"Chief of security, apparently" said Ryder.

As they waited, they did not notice the man appear behind them, descending slowly from the sky. He wore a tight fitting blue suit, with a red cape trailing behind him.

"You think with the high tuition the security would be more responsive" said Mike, oblivious to the threat behind him.

"Taking their sweet time" said Henry grudgingly.

"It's the same everywhere kid" said Ryder, who turned around to pace. "That's how the system-" He stopped, seeing the man standing behind them. Seeing that he was dressed up as Superman, Ryder couldn't help but chuckle. "Can I help you?" At that, Spoke, Henry and Mike also turned around, surprised by the sudden appearance of the oddly dressed stranger.

"Yes. I hear you're causing some problems here" said the man. To them, this was some out-of-place cause-player, but what they didn't know was that this was the true Man of Steel, nor would they entertain that thought.

Ryder laughed. "Alright what is this? Some kind of joke?"

"No joke" said Superman. "I'm going to have to ask you to come with me."

William Spoke shook his head. "I think you're lost. Louis Lane went that way" he said with unconcerned sarcasm. He went to turn back, but Superman stepped forward and forcibly grabbed him by the shoulder.

"Hey!" said Ryder. He immediately went and grabbed Superman's arm to throw it off of Spoke. "Watch it, we're Federal..." but he stopped. He gripped the arm and went to push it off, but found himself unable too. It was like trying to budge a fence post. Then Superman spun around, throwing Spoke ten feet across the walkway with little effort. Spoke struck the ground and tumbled a short while before coming to a stop, shouting in pain as he grabbed his knee. "What the hell?" said Ryder. He immediately pulled out his contact taser and rammed it against Superman's chest. Electricity sparked and flashed across his chest, but it had no effect.

Now Henry and Mike watched with newfound fear. Superman glared angrily at the stunned Ryder. He had seen the use of rubberized vests to repel such attacks. He threw a punch. He hit with enough might to bloody the nose of a normal man. But when it made contact with Superman's face, it was as if he punched a concrete wall. He screamed in pain, hardly able to move his fingers following. He felt for sure he broke something in his hand. He cowered back, cradling his injured hand. Superman then lifted himself inches from the ground and hovered over to Ryder. Ryder looked in disbelief before he slapped Ryder across the face, throwing him a short distance. He fell unconscious to the ground.

"Get down!"

Superman turned to see Spoke, half crawling on the ground with an injured knee and a bloodied face, aiming his service weapon at him. "Get down on your knees or I will fire!"

Superman scoffed, then quickly hovered over to him. Spoke didn't hesitate to fire three rounds. Every bullet dented themselves onto Superman's body, falling harmlessly to the ground. His fear intensifying, Spoke continued firing, accomplishing nothing. Annoyed, Superman sped over to him in the blink of an eye, grabbing him by the scuff then butting his head against him, knocking him out cold. He then turned his attention over to Henry and Mike.

Now while Spoke and Ryder were accomplished law enforcement officers, Henry and Mike had no such experience. Henry was frozen in fear, reaching over to grab Mike to turn and run, shouting "Holy shit! Holy shit!" in repetition. But when he did so, he found that Mike was not even there. He was already half a block away, running at a full sprint and screaming frantically. Henry went to follow, but Superman was already on him, picking him up and then throwing him against the wall. As Mike ran, Superman flew over at the speed of sound, placing himself in front of the panicked teen. Mike might as well have run into a wrecking ball, because no sooner did he crash did he fall back into unconsciousness.

Henry woke up in a daze. He kept his eyes squinted shut, his head hurting too much to open them. He groaned.

"Awake?"

He instantly recognized Michael's voice. He sighed. "Ugh. I have a headache."

"Oh boo hoo" another voice deadpanned. "You got off pretty easy."

At this Henry opened his eyes. Beside him he saw Agent Ryder sitting beside him, he hands held behind his back in an odd manner. As memories of last night surfaced, his eyes shot wide open and he tried to get up. Only he couldn't. In fact, he wasn't even lying down. He was sitting upright against a wall, his legs tied up straight before him. He tried to move his hands, but they were also tied up behind his back. He experienced a brief state of panic when he realized that not only he, but Mike, and the two other FBI agents he met the night before were also tied up. His headache spiked again and his winced. "Wha- where are we?"

"We're tied up in some classroom" said Mike.

Indeed this was true. All around were student desks, all pushed to the corner of the room. Two armed guards stood by the door, watching them intently. "What's going on?" Henry asked in a frantic voice.

"You're guess is as good as mine kid" said Spoke. His left leg was wrapped up in a crudly made splint using some supplies from the university's emergency clinic. Spoke turned, but winced at the slight movement of his knee. "I've seen some crooked schemes before, but this one is borderline science fiction."

Henry thought for a moment. He thought about their attacker last night. He was almost afraid to ask. "Were we attacked by... Superman?"

"Oh good! All our stories line up!" said Mike. "At least we're not all crazy."

"That or this is all in your head" said Ryder.

"Oh, crap, that is possible too."

"You're not imagining this" said Spoke.

"You're sure about that?" said Henry.

"Yes I'm sure. I'm the sanest person I know, and I saw what happened. I'm not willing to put this on my report just yet, but I saw it."

"It had to be a trick" said Ryder.

"Oh is it? How's your fist?" He asked sarcastically.

Ryder's fist, tied behind his back, was badly bruised. He was sure something was broken, but no one took the time to check it before tying him up. "Must have been a robot or something."

"So a Terminator dressed up like Superman" said Mike. "The theory hasn't improved much."

"Whatever it is, this is major conspiracy" said Spoke to Mike and Henry. "You see, we came here because of some suspicious activity. Missing students, little contact in and out of the university, high electrical usage. But this, this is for a bigger class of law enforcement."

"Bigger than the FBI?" said Henry. "Aren't you guys spies?"

"That's another branch. We're on the lower end, the guys who take care of the smaller things."

"Well we hit something worth looking into for sure" said Ryder. "And the sooner we can get out of here the better."

"You're not going anywhere" said one of the guards, former campus security. "Not until Loki persuades you otherwise."

"Loki huh?" said Ryder. "Who's that, your boss?"

"Our king."

Ryder hesitated, pondering over those words. He almost rolled his eyes at the prospect. He looked back to Spoke, who just shook his head. "Um, I'm sorry king?"

"What else would we call him. He already has an army at his beckoning, and he has the means to bring this world to order as he sees fit."

"Wait, hold on" said Mike, speaking up. "Loki? That's his name?"

"Yes" said the guard.

"Who is Loki?" Ryder asked.

Mike looked to Henry, then back to Ryder. He hesitated, then said "A, comic book character."

Ryder could have laughed. "What is this some kind of joke?"

The guard looked at him angrily. "Do not talk of our king that way."

Ryder shook his head.

Then there was a knock on the door. The door then opened, and in walked a very familiar face; the reason Henry and Mike were here in the first place.

"Laura!" said Henry.

After exchanging brief words with the guard, Laura turned and walked to the prisoners. She smiled sincerely. "Henry! Mike! I couldn't believe it when I got the message!"

"You bet we came!" said Henry. "What happened? Are you a prisoner too?"

Laura shook her head. "No, no I've been working."

"Working?" asked Mike. "For what, the circus?"

"Watch it!" said the guard, threatening to use his gun. But Laura held him back.

"No it's OK" she said to him. "They're just confused. But they'll understand soon enough."

"Oh good" said Mike. "So you have a rational reason for all of this then?"

"Of course! Loki has come in from the Marvel Universe to bring peace and order to the entirety of all existence, starting with our world." She said this with a peppy, if not disturbingly pleasant smile.

Mike and Henry, and Spoke and Ryder for that matter, just stared with a complex, confused and disbelieving glare.

"Um, OK" said Henry, trying his very best to make sense of all of this. "Let me respond to that ARE YOU NUTS WOMAN! You disappear for weeks, never answer your calls, and I come here to find you after that text, and here you are in cahoots with Loki and superman to take over the known universe?!"

"Text?" Laura asked with some confusion. "What text?"

"Help" Henry said. "You sent me a text asking for help."

Laura shook her head. "It must be some sort of mistake."

"The mistake is coming here to save someone who is off her rocker" said Mike. "look at us, we're tied up! You're buddy in the superman outfit just took out two FBI agents, and you're telling me a bunch of movie characters are going to take over the known universe! Do you realize how ridiculous that sounds?"

Before Laura could inquire about the text again, a sudden sound of shifting wind came from outside. In the blink of an eye, a blurred object zoomed into the room, stopping with abrupt halt. There, standing next to Laura, was a tall bird-like creature, one that was unmistakably animated. This was none other than the Road Runner, that cartoon character many kids grew up watching outwitting that Wiley Coyote.

The prisoners' face's eyes widened nearly out of their sockets at the sight. They looked hard, trying to see if this was some trick of the eyes. The Road Runner had a sheet of paper in his mouth, handing it to Laura who took it graciously. She glanced over and saw the pail, wide eyed expressions of the prisoners. "Um, Road Runner, Perhaps you would like to greet our companions?"

The Road Runner tilted his head in curiosity, but then simply licked his lips in a rapid fashion, then sped over to them. Now within just a few feet, the men got a really good look at him. He was hand drawn, there was no doubt about that. Bright colors, solid dark outlines, but he was in fact three dimensional, any yet he maintained a two dimensional quality to him. It was baffling to the eyes, defying all logic. This was a living, breathing, real cartoon character.

After waving with his agile foot, he leapt, shouted his signature "beep-beep!", then sped off, disappearing out the door in an instant which shut on its own on his way out.

Laura looked back to Henry. "Well, I suppose I have given you a lot to think about. Don't worry, when Loki is done later, he will come and clear your minds. He's good at that." With that, Luara turned and left, leaving them alone with their captors. Henry tried to say something, but was in too much shock to say anything. A few moments after she left, only Mike found some words to say.

"OK, check yourselves for needle marks, because I think I'm on something!"

On her way out, Laura, following the orders Road Runner gave her, made her way to Loki, who was ready for the test. Stopping in the hallway, Laura stopped, a stern look over coming her. That text had her worried. He eyes glimmering slightly, she pushed her own subconscious further back into her mind, knowing that the independent Laura inside had somehow snuck out for a short time. As Laura's true self was pushed further into the abyss of her mind, the imposter walked on like nothing was the matter, her only purpose being to please her master.

Luara and Josh brought Wheelie out of containment and brought him to Loki, who had set up his own private study in one of the classrooms. They passed his raptor guards on the way in, who just hissed lightly at their passing. The little robot was not happy about it, shouting all sorts of obscenities as he struggled to break free.

"... Starscream has better manners than you blockheads!" he shouted as Laura and Josh Struggled to carry him in. "Heck, I know she-dogs who have better respect than you all!"

"Oh my gosh, do you ever shut up?!" asked Josh

"You want talk buddy? I'll show you talk!"

As the two dealt with the small Decepticon, Loki stood at a desk, his scepter to his left, and the shard of the Allspark to the right. He was looking at them intently, crossing his fingers together in thought. "The Other thought he knew all the secrets of the Universe. Before that, Odin. Now..." he picked up the Allaspark in his hand. "Now I am growing beyond any universe."

At the sight of the Allspark fragment, Wheelie gasped. "Gah! The Allspark! That what I was looking for! Give me give me give me!"

"So what's the plan boss?" asked Josh

Loki looked intently, almost obsessively at the scepter, then back to the Allspark. "With these two artifacts, I put the title of king behind me. Today, I become a god." He then brought the two objects close to each other.

"Whoa, wait, maybe we should test this thing first?" said Josh.

But Loki was already proceeding with his plan. As the two objects grew close together, sparks of power flowed between them. The sound of electrical buzzing grew deep and intense, each bolt lingering longer than a normal blast of electricity. It instigated fear in all, all except Loki that was. Where a normal person would have hesitated from the sheer amount of power, Loki showed no such reluctance. He just inched the two artifacts closer and closer. Suddenly, the Allspark in Loki's left flung out on its own accord, moving fast across the space and striking the scepter with a force. The impact surprised Loki and he flinched.

A swarm of bright bolts of power surrounded the scepter, orbiting around it as both the stone and the allspark faded in a bright light. Seconds later, the allapark had all but vanished. The scepter too looked different. As bright blue streaks of power ran down the length of the staff, it lost its gold hue, turning to a silver, metallic quality. It's pieces then shifted, changing to a slightly new shape. Now instead of one, two 'claws' of pointed claws arched around the center stone, which had broken out of its protective crystal case, now having metal tendrils wrapping around it in a criss-cross manner.

"Well" said Loki as if out of breath. "It's certainly a difference." He turned to his followers. "What do you think?"

The boy, the girl, and the small robot were all awestruck, their eyes fixated on the new scepter. "Aw shit" said Wheelie. "That's some whacko voodoo right their bub!"

"That's pretty sick!" said Josh, staring at it in awe. "I mean, wow!"

Laura, on the other hand, felt an odd sensation as the scepter changed. As the Allspark bonded with the stone, she felt a small ounce of her "other" self loose control, and she had a very brief amount of freedom. But all at once, it came back, and she was once again under Loki's control. Did Josh feel it she could not be certain. "That was, something."

"Ah, but looks can be deceiving" said Loki. He looked at Wheelie. "It's what's inside that counts, isn't it?" He then walked out steadily to Wheelie, pointing the scepter at him.

At once, Wheelie began to struggle. "Oi! What do you think of doing with that! Keep that thing away from me!" But being the lowest ranking member of the Decepticons, Wheelie had now strength to pull away from his captors, as Laura and Josh only gripped his arms tighter.

"Oh hold on" said Loki. "It's just..." he thrust the scepter into Wheelie's chest. "...a pinch."

At once, a surge of energy spread out along Wheelie's exteriors, working their way to his eyes. Though his eyes were red, they are now blue. He stopped his squirming and turned stiff.

"Did it work?" asked Josh

"Looks like it" said Laura.

"Whom do you serve?" asked Loki.

"I serve the ultimate and supreme master Loki, lord of all and servant to no one" said Wheelie in a sudden, stiff tone.

"Well, that's an improvement" said Josh.

"A perfect success" said Loki. Soon after, they let Wheelie free. He stood there, perfectly complacent, eager for Loki's first orders. "Fate has been smiling on me as of late" said Loki. He lifter his scepter and gazed upon it. "I had been warned that this would not affect mechanical things. Now I have surpassed even the Other's expectations." Loki then looked outside. He saw that the moon was high, and it was now well past midnight. He then realized that he had indeed grown tired. "But alas, even the gods must sleep. For now, we will rest."

"As you command o insanely awesome one" said Wheelie, getting down to his knees and bowing repeatedly.

"Get up" said Loki.

"Oh sir" said Laura. "I almost forgot. You have four new prisoners, two of them I know, but the others are FBI agents."

"Special agents?" said Loki. That sounds, promising. Well, for now I shall sleep on it. Good night."

Hello everyone. Sorry I'm late, again. My excuse is that I finally read the Lord of the Rings (READ THEM!) and I got hook on LOST.

More like Lost on LOST. He he, I'm funny.

It's addicting, and let me say very confusing.

Well you have polar bears, smoke monsters, numbers, Others, time travel, other Others, Jacob, other other Others... you get where I'm going with this?

And the whole time the Island was just a giant Pandora's box! That J.J. Abrams is a real piece of work let me tell you.

Well look what he did in Star Wars. For the past two years the question has been "WHO THE FRICKIN' HECK IS REY!?" That guy has a thing for making one want to capture him, tie him up in an abandoned warehouse where no one can hear him cry and beg for mercy, and torture him through various but not entirely lethal methods which will either give us exclusive spoilers or give him severe blood loss, and maybe death, but hey, what you gonna do?

... Um... OK... Let's not do that.

Aw, but I already got the pliers and toothpicks!

Don't make me call Collosus over here!

(crosses arms like a spoiled child) Fine!

So, now the deviations from the main plot starts to come forward. If you read the original however, you will probably guess that the action will increase by the next chapter. Lots of new characters will be revealed in the next chapter, titled "The Great Escape"

See you all later.

-Batman