Unknown Location

"Target acquired. Awaiting further instructions," the LexCorp operative reported. His sniper sight was on the assassin. Damn idiot. Shouldn't have interfered. Finally, a reply came from the boss. "What does he look like? Give me his general appearance."

"Sir, he has-"

A bullet whizzed through the air, hitting the operative in the back of the head and exiting though his forehead. The sniper dropped to the ground, quite dead.

Metropolis

"You'd better give this up, Luthor." The Dark Knight was standing in the LexCorp office, in front of the CEO's desk. "You have no evidence whatsoever of my so-called plans to ensure my own illegal political immunity, Batman," the CEO replied.

Batman's face was still calm, not showing any emotions whatsoever. "I will put an end to this, Luthor."

"No doubt, detective. I bid you farewell."

The Caped Crusader turned and leaped out the open window into the night sky.

Belle Reve Penitentiary

"So what's he gonna do here?"

"Who knows? Official Justice Society business, or whatever it is they do."

"Man... that guy broke my ribs a few months ago. Remember Arkham City, Johnny?"

"How could I forget."

It was lunch time at Belle Reve. The thugs, psychos, and super-powered villains were eating the sloppy joes that were served at the super-prison. Suddenly, the gates shut and the doors closed. Just then, the woman at the loudspeaker spoke: "Prisoners, we will have a guest today. As a security protocol, all of you are to be in Sector Four. All gates and doors are shut down. Any attempt of escape from the Sector will be met with severe punishment."

"I guess we won't see him after all."

"Good. I was gonna wet my pants."

Star City

"The shipment. Is it ready for transport?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good. Load the crates into the truck. I will be at the destination in twenty minutes."

The thug shut off his comm. "The boss says the shipment is ready for transport. Let's move."

The other goons took the two dozen or so crates and lifted them into the truck. They got in and closed the doors. The leader took the driver's seat. "Looks like our payments got through to all the right people. There's not a cop in sight."

The truck set off towards the destination.

Blüdhaven

Nightwing surveyed the buildings around him. He had tracked the assassin to this area. It was a run-down maze of dirty, dark alleyways. There were a million places to hide. It would be almost impossible, but Nightwing had some useful tools. He pulled out a small shruieken from his belt and hurled it on a wall. It was a radar batarang, which set up a perimeter that was his. It could detect humans, armed or unarmed, and sync up to Nightwing's wrist computer. He jumped onto an adjacent building's wall, holding onto a ledge with his fingertips. He dived through a window, breaking the cracked glass. "I think he's here, Alpha Team. Hold your positions." Then, Nightwing felt agonizing pain in the back of his head. He crumpled, unconscious.

Superboy scowled. "We've been here for ten minutes. Something's wrong, Beast Boy."

Garfield shrugged. "Nightwing said to wait, SB. Besides, this guy could be dangerous. Or armed. Or both." Superboy grimaced. "No. Something's wrong. Listen, kid. Nightwing could be in trouble. We need to help him out. Now... you work your way around that end, and I'll go this way."

Beast Boy sighed, but consented.

Conner cautiously walked towards the main street. Now, there had to be something- Ah ha! Superboy picked up the strange object. A shruieken. Nightwing's type. He pocketed the clue, and then everything went black.