AN: I'm back with another chapter and on a side note, I've changed the name of Ethan Louis' alter ego. As of now, his hero name is Stormbolt. And to be honest, I think I use the name Thunderhead from the Incredibles once I found out. Stormbolt more better fit to Ethan. Anyway, please review and enjoy.

Chapter 2: Dealing with Deadshot

In Jezebel Plaza, Thunderhead ice surf through the plaza only for a barrage of bullets to welcome him. Ethan dodged the bullets, moving away from the spray of bullets as he caught a glimpse of Deadshot and some rifleman firing at him. He went up and fired a hail of ice at one of the rifleman, along with a couple more as he took cover over a grate. Ethan jumped out of the grate and took out another rifleman, silently while he zapped another rifleman's gun. While it was disrupted, Ethan ran and sent a left hook across the rifleman's face as he fall on the floor unconscious.

"Where the others?" Deadshot said in a demanding

"I don't know!" the rifleman exclaimed. "Think that guy got them? What's his name? Stormbolt?"

"Stormbolt? Okay, the news, the people of Gotham even the crooks still call me that." Ethan muttered shaking his head. "Cool name, though. Now that I think of it, Thunderhead sounds like I took it from a cartoon movie." Ethan performed a leg sweep that sent the final rifleman landing the floor, with a right hook sent across his face that knocked him out unconscious. Then suddenly, a single bullet ricochet struck Ethan in the leg as he winced in sharp pain along with another in his right shoulder. "Damn it!" he swore

"Ethan! Are you okay?" Barbara asked in a worrying tone

"Aside from getting a shot in the arm and leg, I'm alright." Ethan stated, glaring at Deadshot as said World's Greatest Assassin laughed

"Come on out, kid. No chance in hell are you going to win! Just give up." the marksman assassin taunted, only for a quick fire of ice to cover his face while Ethan kicked him in the groin along the way elbowed him behind the back of his head. 'Mmmhhmm! Mmmhm!"

"That..." Ethan started, trailing off as he grabbed Deadshot by the collar. "was for shooting me. And this is for injuring me!" he concluded, giving Deadshot a strong headbutt as he was now knocked out cold while he ice surf from the scene

"Ethan, are you alright?"

"I'm fine, Oracle." he grunted looking left and right for somewhere to lay low. "I just need to head for my hideout." he glanced at a nearby apartment building as he leaped toward the rooftop. "And there it is." he stated, smirking as he went inside the apartment

Once he step inside his safehouse in Arkham City, the living room showed a punching bag along with a two black chairs, a charcoal color couch and a 25ft TV screen. There was a kitchen that still looked clean, with a stand that had a computer on top and moving chair. He opened the door on his right that revealed a bathroom with a blue concrete wall, a shower tub, toilet and sink that had a glass cabinet. In his bathroom was also a laundry machine with a wash and dry cycle. On his left, was his bedroom. A king sized bed with a two layer slide closet, a dresser and a 20 ft TV on a small cabinet. After he placed his jacket on top of the laundry machine, he went up to the sink and turning it on while he conjured it to through his arm and leg. The wounds were healed as he grabbed his jacket and step out of the bathroom, making his way toward his fridge in the kitchen.

"Hmm..." he trailed off, staring at what he had to eat. So far, all he had was two slices of leftover he took in Gotham a few hours ago. "I could use some pizza right about now." Ethan said as he grabbed a plate to place the pizza and left it in the microwave. "one minute and third seconds should do the trick." he stated, pressing the timer and entering the numbers while he went over to his punching bag.

While he waited for his pizza, he started throwing punches and kicks at his punching bag to hardened his fighting skills. As soon as he heard the timer on the microwave stopped, he grabbed his plate and started eating while he took his goggles off. After he ate, he went to clean his plate and placed it inside the cabinet.

"Ethan, are you there?" said the familiar voice of Oracle as Ethan equipped his goggles to see the familiar face herself

"I'm here Barbara." Ethan replied. "What's going on?"

"I just spotted Anarky leading some on their way to the political prisoners' safehaven due northeast." Oracle stated. "He's gearing for an assault."

"I'm there now, Barb." he stated, jumped off the living room window and ice surfing toward the Political Prison Camp in Arkham City

Stormbolt arrived at the PPC safehaven as he spotted inmates wearing red prison jumpsuits with black A's, shooting at the guards who took cover with assault rifles. That was when Ethan spotted snipers taking position as he dived, firing a hail of small ice at the snipers while he ice surfing through the PPC. That was until he was sent falling down as a RPG shot down while he surf through ice, leaving the culprit to be Anarky himself. Fortunately for Stormbolt, he was suddenly hovering in the air with wide eyes. He found out he could now fly as he got down on the ground, landing on his feet as he saw Anarky throwing a molotov cocktail toward Ethan. But the odd thing was that the fire began to spew around due to gasoline, leaving a nearby propane tank close toward the flames as it exploded.

"So long, whoever you are." Anarky gloated, arming a detonator. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a camp to blow up."

"Don't count on it." said a voice from behind Anarky

Anarky turned around to only see Stormbolt freeze the detonator in his hand, launching a left hook across his face in the process. He also conjured a tsunami to wash away Anarky's thugs, freezing them toward a nearby wall. The former guards of Arkham Asylum stared in sudden shock at how the Anarky's henchmen were frozen on a wall, suddenly seeing Stormbolt moving an unconscious Anarky toward them.

"You guys got a holding cell for them?" Ethan asked seeing one of the guards nod his head, while he pointed a caged alleyway two blocks away. "Thanks." he said cojuring water to place the henchmen along with Anarky to the caged alleyway away from the camp. "I should get going. You guys just stay safe and-" Ethan was cut off when he heard an explosion from behind him, approximately three miles away. "Keep your heads down and stay safe anyway you can." he said, holding his hands up as wind circled around

"Ethan, get over to the old Gotham Police precinct. That place is being attacked."

"Any idea who's responsible?" Ethan asked, catching a glimpse of a flaming car toward his way. "Whoa!" he yelled out as he covered the car in ice. "Where did that come from? Find out who it is yet, Barbara?"

"Not yet."

"On second thought, I think I know who's attacking the precinct." Ethan said, seeing a lone figure hover in the air

He flew straight ahead to find the culprit burning the old Gotham PD precinct, catching the glimpse of a small item crashing down as it rained fire. The figure was a male wearing a jetpack, carrying a flamethrower as he sprayed it down and up on the bridge. He was wearing a pilot helmet along with a black outfit as he threw more incendiary grenades down the roof of the building. The arsonist was Garfield Lynns, aka the pyromaniac Firefly. Stormbolt retaliated by launching a hail of ice at Firefly, catching his attention as he lost control of his jetpack for a moment. As soon as Ethan confronted the fire arsonist, Firefly fired on him with his flamethrower. Luckily, Stormbolt avoided the flames and flew above Firefly hearing the pyromaniac laugh deviously

"Well, well. Looks who's here!" Firefly scoffed. "Just the guy I was looking for! Ready for a beatdown?"

"Bring it on." Stormbolt growled as ice covered in his hands