After a night with no leads in Chicago, Marvel was back up on the satellite, searching through the news bullets for anything out of the ordinary. He was almost ready to abandon the search when he suddenly hit on a promising lead. He turned to the others in the Satellite: Dealer and Batman. "I think we've got something. There was a murder recently, in the Chrysler Building. A doctor and nurse were murdered, seemingly by hand, strangulation and neck fracture."

Batman nodded, standing up. "Sounds like our first real lead. Let's get there before the police ruin the crime scene any further."

Marvel nodded, and the two of them went up onto the transporter pad, finding themselves a few moments later in the hallway of the twelfth floor of the Chrysler building. Police tape was cordoning off the room directly in front of them, though the door was open. Inside were two bodies, chalk outlines already drawn around them, the files inside a mess. They walked in, startling the police who were already there. Batman let Marvel handle them; he had a job to do.

Looking through the files that lay scattered on the floor, he noted one thing immediately; the names were all feminine. Taking a closer glance, he noted that one had a prescription blank inside, stating the issuer as a Doctor Cove, OB/GYN. Moving around, he went to the computer. It was still on, though the screen was blank. Tapping the mouse gently, the screen obediently flickered on, showing him a patient list. While Marvel managed to convince the police to leave things in their capable hands, batman printed out the list, then went about searching the trashed files. Every file was still there, and he started to search through them, looking for comparisons. What he found made him feel somewhat ill.

"We are going to have to re-assign Olivia," he said to Marvel, once he had finished and was putting the files back in their proper places.

"What makes you think that?"

He handed Marvel the list of patients. "This is a woman's clinic" he said. "Every woman on this list is pregnant, between the first and second trimester. They are all single mothers, and this is their first child. More importantly, they are all between the ages of eighteen and twenty one. There's also a listing of amniocentesis results. Someone is looking for a pregnant woman's baby."

Marvel looked over the list quickly, then handed it back. "What makes you think this has anything to do with Olivia?" he asked.

"The coincidence is too great," Batman replied. "Her name could have been on this list and it would have made sense; the only exception is that she lives in Seattle, even if her doctor isn't there. An Apokoliptian boom tube opens, and they trash a women's clinic? I didn't think Darkseid was having difficulty obtaining heirs, but I'm worried that Olivia might end up in his search, whether he is looking for her specifically or not."

Marvel frowned, folding his arms over his chest. "Where is she now?"

"She had a meeting with Lucius Fox from Wayne Enterprises at two yesterday afternoon, but after that, I can't be certain," Batman answered. "We can bring her in." He took his comm. from his belt. "Dealer?"

"Yes?"

"See if you can find Olivia and have her transported to our location."

"Right away."

There was only a small pause, before there was a flash of light. Olivia was suddenly standing there, as Green Arrow.

"Expecting trouble?" Batman asked.

"Where am I?"

"Chicago," Marvel answered.

"Oh. That's conveni- ugh. What happened here?" She walked over to the dead nurse. "Poor woman. Who would do this?"

"The same person who killed the bum, we suspect," Batman replied. "The same person who is looking for an unborn baby."

Immediately, he noted the slight frown on his face, as she turned. Her left hand surreptitiously moved to her stomach. "What are you talking about?"

"This is a clinic," he told her. "Whoever killed these people was looking for a list of patients. All between the ages of eighteen and twenty one. All single mothers. All with their first child. All three to four months pregnant." He watched as her eyes grew larger with each addition to the list. Finally she shook her head, holding out a hand.

"Give me that list," she said. Batman handed it to her, and she started to look it over, her face growing stony. That was a bad sign; when Olivia tried to hide her emotion, he knew that she was deeply troubled. "Right. Have we checked on these women yet?"

"I'll do it. I'll get Flash to help," Marvel offered.

"Do that. I've got to see if I can find this lunatic."

"Olivia, I wouldn't suggest that."

She turned to Batman, her eyes flashing. "What, you think I can't handle some over muscled nut job who likes to break necks?" she demanded. "I'm pregnant, not helpless. I can take care of myself."

"It's not just an over muscled nut job," he said. Before he had a chance to explain, she had crossed the room and was out the window. When he looked down, he noted her rappelling down the side of the building. "Damn it, Olivia, Darkseid might be looking for you," he said, knowing that she couldn't hear him. She had already made up her mind, and she wasn't about to listen; he knew that. Even if he comm'd her, she more than likely wouldn't answer.

He looked down again, and saw the blue light of the satellite teleporter envelop her, as she disappeared. Olivia wasn't very big on secrets, nor was she a very good liar, at least not to him. Either she was more worried than she was letting on, or something had just crossed her mind. Either way, he was going to find out. "Dealer, I need transport back."

It was only a moment later that he was up above the earth again. "Where did Olivia go?"

"To her quarters," Dealer replied.

"Why? Aidan's in Chicago."

"She is acting very odd," the other said. "There is something wrong, but when I asked her about it, she told me to do something very rude. I think she may be under some stress."

"That's an understatement," Batman said, sitting down at the control panel. The computer was in use; it was slightly lagged. Someone was eating up much of the processing power. "Who's got access to the computer right now?"

"You, Olivia, and I believe Heartbreaker as well. Wait." There was a pause. Another energy signature has just been recorded. Again, in Chicago. Captain Marvel is almost there."

"Put it on the screen," Batman ordered. Only a moment later, he saw a small white vortex swirling at the top of a building. Coming out of it was a woman, in a black body suit, wearing silver bands all over. Immediately, his mind flashed to the comment Olivia had made in the alley; she had been right. Not a moment later, Marvel arrived, wailing on her as was his norm. From her body the silver bands lashed out, cutting him across the chest and arms. He let loose a few more punches, until the woman backed into the vortex. Before Batman could even react, Marvel went through, and the vortex vanished.

Stating the obvious, Dealer said solemnly, "Captain Marvel is trapped on Apokolips."