I'm sure most of you have heard by now, but last Friday the long-time voice of Batman, Kevin Conroy, passed. I had posted the previous chapter before the announcement, but I would like to address it with this chapter. Conroy's Batman is a great influence on Anonymous Void and me. We grew up watching BTAS and to us, he is the voice of Batman, no matter how many voice actors follow him. When writing for Batman, it's his voice we try to emulate. Hopefully that has come across. Conroy gave the character such a range, it's almost puzzling how recent iterations seem to make Batman one-note. I don't hear as much emotion, or even tonal changes in the other voice actors, but I can distinctly recall in Conroy's performances changes in his tone. It's been said he is the voice of Batman for an entire generation and that title is well deserved.
I strongly encourage everyone to watch BTAS, play the Arkham games, play the Injustice games, and enjoy what Mr. Conroy left behind for us. He will always be the Dark Knight to many of us.
The sight of so many Thanagarian ships was nostalgic to Shayera. It reminded her of days long gone by. Patrols, battles, raucous feasts with battle-hardened friends—it was a different life compared to how she had been living for so many years.
The command ship hovered in midair over the Defense Shield Generator, a protective mother bird over its nest. Shayera flew right for it. Though she was quite agile in the air, the size of the ship gave off the impression it was closer than it actually was. It took quite a bit of time for her to actually reach an open docking bay, but she had expected as much from experience.
As she landed, she noticed a few guards taking note of her. They held their position, but their eyes were clearly on her. They were only doing their jobs, so the redhead ignored them as she made to leave the hanger.
Hro would no doubt be on the bridge, so she headed there. The amount of time that passed was interminable, but it couldn't be helped. That still didn't mean she had to like it.
Finally reaching the bridge, the doors sliding open, she found Hro right where she expected him to be. He was at his station, watching the screens that fed him intel. One screen was of radar, several dots indicated where all of the Thanagarian vessels were. Another screen had live footage of the generator, the reason for it escaping her. Yet another screen showed a fellow Thanagarian, who was addressing Hro, no doubt some sort of report.
"That's excellent news," Hro responded, his fists pressed into his hips. "Keep me informed when installation is complete."
"By your command, Commander," the Thanagarian replied before the screen went blank.
Hro just stared at it for a moment longer before he turned around to look at Shayera. A happy—for him—smile appeared on his face. "Lieutenant, welcome back," he greeted her. "I hope you have good news."
Lieutenant…so this was to be formal. That was alright, what Shayera had to say was not exactly something you tell someone in an intimate setting. "We were successful in diverting the Kalanorians upon the capture of Despero."
Hro smile actually weakened. "So the Martian…?" he trailed off.
"Beat the crap out of Despero. We had him in custody—"
Hro actually raised a hand up, cutting her off. It was a gesture he had only used on her when they were in the middle of battle, so to see it here was rather surprising, so much so that she actually stopped her report. "I must admit, I had my doubts that the Martian could do what he claimed. That he accomplished a feat few others can claim—twice at that—is rather astonishing."
Not too long ago, Shayera would have agreed. However, she had memories of battling J'onn recently on the Watchtower. He had displayed just how formidable he could be and even now she felt that if he had wished, he could have defeated not just her, but Superman and Green Lantern on the onset. All he had to do was trap the latter two in a psychic world like he had done and he could have beaten her to a pulp. That he hadn't…
Shayera had gotten the story after the fact. J'onn had merely been a diversion so that Batman and Flash could locate Diana, who was being held by the Legion of Doom. It made sense that he would draw the fight out as he had.
Yet…if he had wanted to…
"It'd be more astonishing if we hadn't been ambushed upon returning to Earth," the redhead finally added.
Hro's eyes sharpened on her. "Ambush?" he repeated with a stern tone.
"Yeah, the Tamaraneans attacked us and took Despero to that island of theirs. Earth's Justice League and the Green Lantern Corp went there to take him back, but Despero got away. Now he's on the loose somewhere on Earth."
Now Hro was scowling, such features heightened by his headgear. "The Tamaraneans again," he growled. "What game are they trying to play?"
"Their leader wanted a bargaining chip as far as I could tell," Shayera said. "Unfortunately, she inadvertently let loose that tyrant. I came here to get some of your forces to get him back into our custody."
The Thanagarian Commander stared at her before he looked to the monitor screen that showed the generator. He seemed to be deep in thought before he finally replied, "No, I'm afraid I will not do that."
Shayera's mouth dropped open. "What do you mean you won't?" she demanded.
Her significant other turned back around to face her. "I have just learned we are two, perhaps three days away from the completion of the generator. We have obtained a power source that has shortened our construction schedule immensely. We can make a move once it is complete."
"What need is there for a generator when all we have to do is apprehend Despero?!" the redhead roared.
"You are right, of course," Hro responded gently. "So I will have my forces form a perimeter around Earth. We will ensure that no one enters or leaves the planet. That should contain Despero until he is captured."
That was something at least, but not what Shayera wanted. She wanted a fleet of Thanagarian ships searching this mudball of a planet to find someone deemed to be the greatest threat to the universe. The generator did not factor into this at all at this point.
It was clearly unnecessary.
The brig was a long, wide hallway, cell doors visible along the walls. The doors themselves weren't standard iron bars, but clear glass, allowing a visual on the captives inside. No doubt the glass was a stronger material, something crafted on Thanagar.
Lording over this hallway was a balcony, where a Thanagarian guard stood watch. There was a terminal that formed a semi-circle, screens, buttons, and keys allowing full operational power for this room.
With a flick of his wrist, Batman sent a bat-shaped shuriken flying towards the guard. It barely grazed the man, leaving only a cut on his shoulder. That was enough to surprise him as the winged man spun around. "How dare—!" he began to roar.
He took one step then and stumbled. His eyes rolled into the back of his head before he collapsed onto the floor. He laid still for a moment, drool actually leaking out of his mouth.
"You're gonna have to tell me what you just did there," Flash said as he was suddenly at the guard's side, hands patting him down.
"There was a sedative coating on the shuriken," Batman explained as he strode up to the computer terminal, stepping on and then off the fallen Thanagarian. "The moment it broke his skin, the sedative entered his body and began taking effect."
"Why does that sound familiar?" Flash murmured as he continued his search. In the meantime, Batman reached the terminal and got to work. By now, he was starting to recognize certain symbols, but he wasn't quite willing to abandon his translator device.
One thing he didn't need a translation for was that there were cameras in each cell and four of them were active. There were a number of screens on the terminal, a number of them clearly off. The ones that were on showed a person a piece, each with their arms restrained in large arm restraints. Their arms and hands were swallowed up by them up to the elbow, looking quite bulky. Thin metal rods connected each bulky restraint between the two, ensuring whoever was being held couldn't move their arms freely.
The first figure Batman identified was Deadshot. He seemed calm as he knelt on his knees. He had his mask on, so it was hard to tell for certain if that calm was natural or just being concealed.
The second person was of a man with a long blue coat and hat. Based off of pictures he had seen recently, this looked like Harkness, Captain Boomerang as Flash called him. He looked like a condemned man with his head bowed.
The third was a surprise. What the hell was Killer Frost doing here? And how had Waller gotten her on her team? It wasn't that long ago she had been with the Legion of Doom. At some point she had been captured, that time a mystery the dark-clad man didn't like.
Before he had a chance to see the fourth person, Flash was right next to him. "I found this key. Think it might help?"
"It can't hurt," the vigilante responded. Carefully tapping on some keys, he soon put in the right configuration to unlock the cells. "Go check of them. I'll be right behind you."
"On it." Flash vanished into a red blur, reappearing on the floor next to one of the cells. "Hey, Boomerang!" he greeted Harkness. "Fancy meeting you here."
"Bloody hell!" Harkness exclaimed in response.
Meanwhile, Batman continued studying the terminal, trying to see if he could make out anything else. As far as he could tell, the terminal controlled the brig and that was it. It didn't seem like he'd get much more out of it than that.
So he pulled out his grapple and fired it right onto the top of the terminal. Jumping up onto the terminal, he then hopped over it and began falling to the floor below, holding the firing button to allow more and more cable to come out of the grapple. He repelled the whole way down, slowing his descent as he reached the floor. Once he touched down on the floor, he released the grapple claw and retracted it back to the gun.
After that, he then walked up to Flash as he was surrounded by Waller's task force. "Would you believe I came to bust you guys out?" the red-clad man was saying.
"Bullshit," Harkness blurted out. "Who the hell would send you after us?"
By then, Batman was next to the crowd. "You can thank Waller for that," he grunted.
This earned him the attention of the task force. "Waller?" Deadshot repeated. "No damn way she would send anyone after us, not when she has easier options."
"I didn't give her much of a choice."
"Well, this is better than getting our heads blown off," Killer Frost said. "Now get these damn restraints off of me. I can't feel my hands anymore."
Flash just held up the key he had found. "Just a sec." He then searched Harkness' restraint before he found what looked like a keyhole in it. Shoving the key in, he gave it a turn and the restraints opened up.
"Now that's better!" Harkness announced as he began rubbing one wrist with his opposite hand.
Flash made short work of the other restraints, darting from one criminal to the next. As Batman watched, he noticed that neither Deadshot or Harkness were disarmed. The wrist mounted guns the sharpshooter wore were still on his arms; Harkness had boomerangs securely held on his costume. Killer Frost didn't have any weapons since she was a meta, which left—
The moment Batman spotted him, he found his eyes narrowing. There stood Count Vertigo, his gray bodysuit and dark cape clothing him. He even had an eyepiece over his right eye. The blond man was staring at him, an amused look on his face.
"Vertigo," Batman said.
"Detective, it has been quite some time," the count responded.
"Eh? You know the Bat?" Harkness questioned.
"Quite. We served the same master once," Vertigo explained. "He is the reason vhy I'm with you."
"Fascinating," Killer Frost drawled. "Perhaps you can tell us that story when we're off this stupid ship."
"I hope you two have an escape plan in mind," Deadshot said.
Before the vigilante could respond, a set of doors on the ground floor of the brig suddenly slid open. A number of guards began pouring in, each one holding an Nth metal weapon. "Prisoners, back into your cells!" the leader demanded before he jabbed an ax towards them. "And you, trespassers, surrender yourselves now."
"Like hell!" Killer Frost shouted before she held up both of her hands and unleashed an icy wind.
With little to go on with the search for Despero, a number of Justice League members returned to the Watchtower. If there was a way to use the satellite to find the tyrannical Kalanorian, they had to at least try and use it.
J'onn was at the terminal for the satellite's computer, typing on the keyboard commands to access other floating satellites, known and top secret. Superman watched the Martian work as he stood behind his chair and off to one side. Diana did the same on the opposite side.
For a moment, Superman had the thought that three of the most powerful people on the planet were in this room. Between the three of them, nothing could stop them if they wanted to take over.
Mentally, he shook his head. That was not a thought he normally would have had. In fact, that was something his evil counterpart, the Regime Superman would have thought of. Thanks to Luthor, now that twisted version of himself was in the back of his head, intruding on his thoughts in moments like this.
The Kryptonian spared a glance at his comrades. Both had seen him like that, trying to convince them that he had their best interests in mind as long as they followed him. J'onn had seen that man's wrath when denied. While he had been asking the rest of the League—to mix results—their opinion on the state of things, he had yet to talk to these two people.
Now seemed as good of a time as any. There were better times, of course, but it would take several minutes to even have the network of satellites doing what they wanted them to do.
"Are you two okay?" Superman began, causing Diana to look to him, J'onn remaining focused on his task.
"I'm fine," the Amazon answered him. "I wasn't as involved in the fighting on New Tamaran."
"I am doing well," J'onn replied.
"Are you sure?" the dark-haired man questioned. "You did collapse out there out of the blue."
"That was Despero's doing. He assaulted my mind while I was unprepared. It was very much like the first time he had done so."
"He was wearing the power dampeners, though," Diana pointed out. "That shouldn't have been possible."
Superman at least had an answer for that. "When the fighting started, I did overhear Despero talking to one of the Tamaraneans, I'm not sure who. Apparently the dampeners had been damaged in the crash after you were ambushed."
"Which means he had been playing possum until the right moment," the Amazonian princess surmised.
The sound of J'onn typing slowed as he listened to the conversation. "I'm beginning to wonder," he began, "if everything is as it seems."
The dark-haired heroes frowned. "What do you mean, J'onn?" Superman asked.
"My battle with Despero aside, I feel as if we are not in complete control of the situation. We have the Thanagarians and Green Lantern Corp lying in wait on Earth before Despero's capture. Each force arrived one after the other. There are the Tamaraneans that have taken refuge here and have interfered at the worst possible moment. Then there is Despero himself, seemingly taking advantage of all of this. It makes one wonder just who is actually in control."
That was something to think about and Superman didn't like where it led. Now that it was out there, it was like Earth was caught up in a messy deep space drama and the foreign parties were playing out their parts in their living room.
"Then we better get these satellites programmed so we can remove some of these people," Superman said. "Everything is already complicated without them being here."
"Agreed," Diana responded.
He glanced at the two again. "There is something I wanted to bring up to you. I've been asking the other members of the League for their opinion on it and now I bring it to you. What is your outlook on the League in light of what happened with Luthor and the Legion of Doom?"
J'onn actually stopped his typing and turned his chair to face the Kryptonian, Diana doing the same except standing. "What have you heard so far?" the dark-haired woman asked.
"A whole spectrum. I heard the League will endure to it needs time to maybe it should break up."
"Who said it should break up?" Diana questioned.
Superman just looked at her. It only took her a moment before she realized. "Oh. While that's…unfortunate, you really can't blame him."
Yeah, Superman had been coming to that conclusion too. A lot had been revealed over the last few weeks, which the aftermath was something they were still dealing with. For a moment, he wondered just how far this would ripple and echo.
"There is a need for the Justice League," J'onn spoke then. "The current situation with Despero is proof of that. I believe others you have spoken to indicated we will lose some members, which is only expected. Many of our newer members had their expectations challenged as to what the League is. That we have not seen a rash of resignations speaks to their commitment and resolve, meaning we brought in the right people. As for the original members…"
J'onn trailed off as he seemed to lose himself in thought. "I will admit, when it seemed as if Batman's future was beginning to become true, I had thought of removing myself. Unofficially, many of us did, in fact."
"There has been a loss of trust," Diana pointed out. "Some of it was from certain members withholding information, but there are external reasons for that. As much as we like to make this matter all about the League, at its core is Bruce trying to protect his ward."
Superman puzzled over this last comment. He wasn't exactly sure what Diana meant by Batman's ward, but fortunately, she continued, "Our future counterparts tormented the girl until I ultimately killed her right before Bruce's eyes."
The Kryptonian grimaced. "Then I, John, and Hawkgirl stormed the Batcave and made his fears real." More and more, he was beginning to realize just what kind of weight had been on Batman's shoulders as he safeguarded them from the future. That sort of burden must have been great.
He sighed then. "So I must ask, considering everything, do either of you two plan to leave?"
J'onn and Diana shared a look with each other. "I do not plan to, no," the Amazon replied. "Despite what has transpired, there is a need for the League. We may need more safeguards to make certain we do not become the very people we fight against, but that is an area for growth rather than a reason to end it."
"I agree that we need protocols to prevent a Regime from ever forming," J'onn agreed. "We can make a more earnest effort in that regard. I have nowhere else to go, so if I do not wish to abandon this, if I do not stand up for it, then I cannot expect others to do so as well."
"Well said," Diana complimented the green-skinned man.
Superman slowly nodded his understanding. "Once we've settled this matter with Despero, I think it'll be time for the League to make some hard decisions. Enough time has passed and members will know whether they wish to remain involved, or not. We need to improve the League and that starts with us."
What should have been a quick extraction mission had devolved into a pitched battle. The moment a group of Thanagarians had arrived, the stealth Batman and Flash had cultivated had fallen apart.
First came Killer Frost blasting at them with her ice power. She had been successful in freezing a couple Thanagarians where they stood, entombed in ice. The others split up, which prompted Deadshot and Harkness to attack, the former firing his wrist-mounted guns while Harkness threw a couple of his boomerangs.
Deadshot's targets were hit in the knees, causing them to cry out as they dropped to the floor clutching at their bullet wounds. As for Harkness, his boomerangs stuck the heads of the guards. This only stunned them as the men winced, stumbling from the head blows.
That's when Flash took off running. In a blur, he raced right by the two dazed Thanagarians, landing blows faster than the eye could see. Whatever the speedster did, it ended with both guards crumpled on the floor, one of whom was leaning against a wall awkwardly.
Unfortunately, that was when more Thanagarians showed up.
Batman found himself dodging a mace as his opponent was trying to smash him with it. Back and forth, the man swung his weapon, each time the vigilante backed up to dodge it. He already had his electrified brass knuckles on, the dark-clad man just waiting for an opportunity to use them.
Then, there was a sickly glow that seemed to color the Thanagarian. The man groaned as he took a stumbling step, his mace falling to his side as he seemed to forget to swing it. Immediately, Batman lunged forward, slamming a fist into the man's face. Sparks from his brass knuckles erupted as the guard cried out, stumbling backwards. Drawing back his other fist, Batman rammed it into his foe's face, pressing his advantage. Planting a foot down, he then leaned back as he lashed out with a foot, landing a kick right into the winged man's gut. This knocked the wind out of the man's lungs, leaving him breathless as he doubled over. Raising both hands up as he lowered his extended leg down, Batman clasped them together before he swung them down, delivering a jackhammer blow on the back of the Thanagarian's head, knocking him down to the floor, hopefully unconscious.
"Well done, Detective," Vertigo complimented him as he came to stand at the vigilante's side. "I see you are still as skilled as ever."
Suddenly the odd glow made sense. Vertigo had used his eyepiece behind the vigilante, making the Thanagarian lose his balance, giving him the opportunity he was looking for.
Before he could respond, another Thanagarian came charging at them, this one holding up a sword. Vertigo moved in front of Batman as he held up his own sword.
For a moment, Batman wanted to warn the blond man that Thanagarians were physically stronger than humans. The moment the two men swung their swords, it was quite clear that Vertigo was not unfamiliar with this fact. Instead of trying to block, Vertigo parried the sword swing, redirecting his foe's attack harmlessly. Sliding to one side, he immediately counterattacked, cutting into the guard's side as the blade left a long bloody mark in its wake.
The Thanagarian yelped as he spun to keep facing Vertigo. This left him blind to the Dark Knight as he ended up right behind the guard. Raising both of his fists up, he rammed them down on either side of the man's head. The Thanagarian screamed as voltage washed through his head. By the time Batman pulled his fists away, smoke was wafting up from the man's head before he dropped to his knees, collapsing to the floor soon after.
Turning his head, Batman barely spotted Flash racing by, slamming a fist into a Thanagarian's face. Deadshot was diving into a roll as he avoided a Nth metal ax that was aimed for his head. Killer Frost was slowly freezing another Thanagarian from the feet up. Harkness was catching one of his returning boomerangs before he spun to throw it again.
And still, more Thanagarians were pouring into the brig.
"Frost!" Batman shouted, getting the icy woman's attention. "Seal off the entrance!"
Frost stared at him, seemingly hesitating. "Frost, do it!" Deadshot shouted at her as he stood on one knee, taking a shot at his latest opponent, shooting them right through their shoulder.
"Tsk, fine," she grumbled as she pointed a hand towards the door. She unleashed an icy wind and a wall of ice formed over the doors.
"Just great," Harkness complained as he stared at the ice wall. "You just trapped us in here."
"If you vant to keep fighting, ve can alvays break it down," Vertigo suggested.
Harkness considered this. "I think I can live without that."
"Besides," Flash said as he came to a stop, "there's another way out. We just—
"
"Surrender now!" a Thanagarian roared as a number of them began to appear at the command center of the brig. Immediately, Killer Frost blasted it with ice, covering the Thanagarians and that entrance in ice.
"—go another way," Flash finished lamely a moment later.
Taking a look around, Batman saw a number of Thanagarians lying on the ground, unconscious, wounded, or frozen. Unfortunately, he didn't see another visible way out.
"Flash, think you can phase us through the wall?" he asked.
"I can try. It'll take a few trips," he answered.
"That's your plan? Pass us through the wall?" Harkness questioned incredulously.
Batman gave the man a look. "You have a better one?"
"Yeah, call in some of those Justice League buddies of yours and have them bail us out."
"Not a good idea," Vertigo countered. "I can't imagine you vould vant to answer questions from them concerning vhy you are here. The Justice League vould surely have questions."
"And these two don't?" Harkness shot back.
"Lucky for you, we already know about this task force of yours," Flash reassured him. "No need for questions at all."
"That's great and all, but it's about time we got our asses out of here," Killer Frost reminded them.
Unfortunately, they never got that chance. The ice sealing off the main entrance began to glow, cracks forming all over the ice. Then it shattered into thousands of pieces of a large beam raced towards them. "Take cover!" Deadshot shouted as he jumped out of the way of the blast, the rest of them doing the same.
More Thanagarians appeared, one of which was carrying what looked like a large cannon. No doubt that was what had caused the energy beam. The Thanagarian carrying the weapon sneered at them as he took aim again, a deadly glow emanating from within the large barrel.
Flash came running in then. Appearing behind the Thanagarian, he kicked out a foot, one that hit the guard behind his knee, causing it to buckle. The Thanagarian cried out as he dropped to one knee, leaning backwards.
Then fired his cannon right up to the ceiling.
A beam cut through the hull of the prison ship, fire and smoke erupting from the breach. The large ship shuddered as it lost cabin pressure, slowly beginning to lose altitude. Above one of Earth's large cities, it began its descent.
Lower and lower it fell, seemingly heading right for the edge of its coast. Somehow it managed to stay in the air as it crossed over above its ocean. Shortly after, it crashed into the water, sending a wave of saltwater flying up into the air. A tidal wave built from the impact and rushed towards land, where it crashed against sea walls and port accesses.
"Get your stinkin' hands off of me, you oversized pigeons! Once I get out of here, you're all dead meat! You hear me? Dead meat!"
Kragger stood with his hands behind his back. Before him was a large contraption simply known as a power source stabilizer. Like its name, its purpose was to stabilize a power source, allowing the machine it was built into to draw upon its energy to perform its function.
Currently, the power source was being less than cooperative.
It was an Earthling that contained massive amounts of power. It was a crude power when compared to the Nth metals of Thanagar, what with it being nuclear fission, but it was undeniable that its raw power, if properly conducted, was potent.
It held masculine features beneath its yellow and red skin, so a man it most likely was. The aggression he displayed was that of typical males with large amounts of hormones in their system, hence the threats. Since this man was being restrained with Nth metal restraints that swallowed up his hands, arms, feet and legs, there was no way he would be escaping without assistance.
Needless to say, such assistance would not be forthcoming.
"Do save your breath," Kragger drolled as he stared at the red-and-yellow Earthling. Even now the man was straining against his restraints. There were other Thanagarians ensuring everything was in place, that this man would not be getting loose. "Nothing you say or do will change your fate. Just be grateful that you will be of some use."
"Fuck you!" the man roared. "I will roast you the moment I get free! Just watch!"
"By all means. Use your power. Try to 'roast' me, as you say."
The man sneered before he went still. The restraints around his arms began to glow red, a clear indication he was using that nuclear power of his. However, as soon as it began to glow, it faded away.
A frown appeared on the man's face. "What the?" The restraints began to glow once more only to fade away again. "What the hell is going on?!"
"It's rather simple," Kragger responded, beginning to explain. "You are in a power source stabilizer. It's an apparatus that we use to fuel our machines. Obviously, we had to make some adjustments to accommodate you, but you will find that no matter how much of your power you create, the machine will suck it up and store it until it is ready for use."
"You…you bastards! I am not some goddamn battery!"
"In fact, you are," Kragger said. "Now be a good little battery and just wait until you are needed. I promise you, it will be soon."
"Lieutenant Kragger," one of his men suddenly addressed him. Kragger tilted his head to one side to look at the man. "I have discovered something about this power source you need to know."
"Go to Hell!" the power source shouted.
Kragger ignored it. "And what is it I need to know?"
"We were performing scans on the power source and we detected a number of small devices contained within its head." The Thanagarian held up a tablet device, showing a diagram of the power source. It focused on the back of its head, several small dots flashing there. "As far as we have been able to tell, they are nanotech."
An odd advancement by Earthlings, Kragger had to say. Nanotech with primitive technology that used wind, solar, oil, and nuclear sources did not seem to mesh. It was like a few steps had been skipped. "What is the purpose of this nanotech?" he questioned as he stared at the tablet.
"Upon investigation, we have determined they are explosives," his man reported. "We have detected receivers that await a wireless frequency to activate."
Kragger glanced at the power source, which was glaring at him now. "Now why would there be a bomb in your head?" he asked out loud.
"You're the smart guy, why don't you figure it out," the power source sneered.
There really was only one reason that Kragger could think of. Considering this man was being used to infiltrate the generator construction site, clearly he was a spy of some sort. The nano-explosives in his head were present to eliminate him should he be captured or become a liability. Clearly such a scenario had come to fruition.
"I want the nanobombs disarmed," Kragger told his man. "Do what you must, but we will not allow this power source to detonate before it has been used. It alone has allowed us to save our own materials and shorten our construction time. It would be a shame to report to the Commander that we lost it."
To Guest: I hope you enjoyed the ride in catching up lol. Yeah, that's the saddest thing about Conroy's passing. It's going to be hard getting excited for a DC animated release when you know there's no way he'll be voicing Batman.