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Sliding under the door he grabbed onto the railings to use as breaks. Smooth. Getting up it became extremely obvious this was simply a front as the rusted door hid brand new facilities within the ship. Analyzing his surroundings it was empty, and just wiped clean. There were traces of solvent on the floor- a clue? Calling in to get an all clear was the next step. He watched his surroundings as began communication.

"Robin to Beta Squad, can you read me?" he spoke in a whisper.

~Beta squad to Robin, what's the status?~ he could hear the slight glee in Wondergirl's voice.

"Seems clear, need additional scanning"

~Roger that~

Taking a sample while waiting for the reply, he noticed an item sparkling as it reflected the light.

~All clear, we will join you shortly Robin~

"R..Right!" he replied examining the coin. It looked like a nickel at first from the colour and size, looking closer it was foreign- the side of the country was scrubbed off clean- but the currency was still traceable.

The door slid open with Wondergirl flying over to Robin's side. "Clean huh?" she asked as she looked around again trying to find anything else.

"Yeah..." the coin lingered, so familiar- might just allow them to track the production. The reach juice formula was updated, addictive on a subconscious level to a point that people turn into zombies looking for anything containing it. It became a drug that is racking in money from the working people and the whole supply seems to lead somewhere.

All this seemed to be bigger than just having a new drug lord on the scene.

As he zipped up the suit and looked back in the mirror he felt this decision sink in. Removing his headband, Tye's hair fell over his eyes. Brushing it aside he placed the mask over his face. It did fit perfectly, practically tailored, another face on top of his own, flexible to move. Yet he knew it needed a bit more- left in the box was one container. He opened it to find a set of what looked like paint. A note- "becomes permanent in 20 seconds".It seemed that the Batman respected his heritage. He took a deep sigh as he remembered the war-paint designs his grandfather showed him.

It seemed that the Batman respected his heritage as he did not take liberties with his culture. As much as his grandfather believes he is calm and collected- there is always a look of disapproval on his face when he sees items that idly imitate items from their culture. He took a deep sigh as he remembered the war-paint designs his grandfather showed him in books and photos after seeing kids with temporary tattoos running around.

The first stroke was the hardest- it had to right. Before he knew it he was done. Looking back

Before he knew it he was done. Looking back into the mirror he wondered again if the decision was right.

"Umm... Tye? You in there?" It was Jaime.

"Is mom there?"

"Ugh.. no, I think she just headed out?"

He sighed, "Sorry, Jaime. Come in. I just don't know if she would want to see this."

As the door opened he noticed the jaw of his best friend drop. "Woah"

Tye pulled off the mask, "Freaky, huh?"