Batman growled, turning in a full circle, trying to spot Robin in all the blasted mist. This wasn't the first time he'd been caught in a blast of zeta beams that took him somewhere other than planned, but it was always to another platform location. Being dropped here, with no sign of teleporter technology or the teen who'd been standing beside him, was very concerning.

Deciding to risk movement, Batman began walking forward, trying to ensure his feet didn't shift from a straight line. He wasn't quite willing to call out with no idea what manner of people of beings might be around, but the crimefighter kept his eyes scanning in every direction.

So the sudden appearance of a dark shape in the mists to his left was impossible to miss. Holding position, and slipping a batarang from his belt, Batman took a cautious step forward. The figure didn't move, prompting him to shift forward again.

Then he was forced to duck as a projectile came whistling through the air. Without a second's hesitation, Batman threw his own weapon. The figure in the mists also dodged, rolling forward to where he could get a clear look.

The two people in Bat uniforms froze to stare at each other.

-DS-

Cursing under his breath, Robin continued to march through the mists, flicking his eyes back and forth, scouring the never-ending landscape for any sign of his mentor. His worry growing every minute, the teen nearly walked straight into someone who was standing in a particularly thick patch of mist.

"Hey- What the?" A female voice gasped, and as he took a step back, Robin's eyes grew wide.

"Who are you?!" The two asked each other in sync, taking in the nearly identical costumes. Not bothering to wait for an answer, Robin swiftly pulled out his bo staff, extending the weapon to full length and dropping into a battle stance. The girl did the same, mirroring his actions exactly.

Feeling extremely cautious, he went for a few initial swipes, only for them to be expertly parried. Then Robin found himself driven back by a sudden rush from the other teen, her own staff launching rapid strikes aimed for his head, knees, and midsection. Barely managing to deflect a hit that would have had him yelping a few octaves higher than usual, the boy spun, slipping his staff in between his opponent's arms. A twist and jerk too sudden for her to avoid, and the girl's weapon went flying. Robin didn't have any time to congratulate himself, though, because the teen launched herself at him.

The two tumbled through the misty expanse, exchanging blows at a lightning pace, neither able to get the upper hand. And then, without warning, each found a grappling cord tightening around their upper bodies, pulling the pair of teens away from each other.

"Enough, both of you!" A familiar voice called out in anger.

-DS-

Nightwing groaned, struggling to blink his eyes open, an action that seemed much more difficult than usual. There was something wrapped tightly around his chest, keeping the hero's arms firmly behind his back and making it hard to breathe.

Finally getting his eyelids open enough to see, the first thing Nightwing noticed was the light. It was very a very bright orange, and crackled powerfully; just looking at the stuff in his peripheral vision gave the young man a slight drumming in his skull. Glancing away from the direction the light lay in, he noted the dull, grey mists that stretched off as far as he could see.

Then something brown caught his gaze, causing Nightwing to crane his neck upwards. Just above him and to the left was Aqualad, bound with some oozing black tendrils in the same manner as the human hero himself. But beside Kaldur...

Secured beside Nightwing's old friend was another Atlantean with dark brown skin, blue pants and a red shirt, her white hair pulled back into a frazzled bun. Both were limp, their eyes closed.

Trying not to panic, Nightwing turned his head as far as he could in all directions.

Also above him were Superboy and Miss Martian, similar people with the opposite genders bound beside them as well. Over his shoulder, Nightwing was able to spy Zatanna next to another man in a stage magician's outfit, and a little beyond them were two orange and black clad shapes, one of which could have been Tigress. Turning to his right as he searched for anyone else, the hero's eyes widened as he took in the sight of three more people.

Several feet away hung Rocket, along with a man with the same costume and hairstyle. Immediately beside Nightwing, though, was a young woman in a replica of his own uniform - who was watching him with half-lidded eyes.

"Hi there." She said quietly. "You'd be Grayson, right?"

He sucked in a breath as understanding finally sank in. "Yeah. You're Graydottir?" Nodding, the other Nightwing offered him a wry smile.

"Nice to finally meet the guy who's been sharing my worst experiences for over five years now."

"Right back at you." He tried to twist in his mysterious bindings to be able to face her more comfortably, but the tendrils tightened their grip even more, forcing Nightwing to cease struggling before his ribs were crushed.

"Not a very asterous place for it to happen in, though." He finally was able to gasp out.

She snorted a laugh at him. "No kidding. Any idea what's going on?" Nightwing was forced to shake his head, and the other hero sighed, straining once against her own bonds.

"That's what I was afraid of."