Happy New Years everyone! As mentioned by AV, Of Earth and Sky is not posting today, but we aren't staring the new year without another post. Of Earth and Sky will resuming posting on Friday. Until then, hope y'all enjoy!

Someone had come to the Morgue.

Staring at all of the freezers, Cyborg was scanning the room with his robotic eye. So far he hadn't come across any evidence someone had been here, at least visibly. It was as if no one had even been down here.

The one clue he had going for him was that the computer terminal had been accessed. Right now the computer was booting up so that he could check the history.

As his scan came up empty, the mechanical man then accessed the security protocols. When there was a room that wasn't being used, a grid of lasers were activated to ensure that room wouldn't be used as an entry point by trespassers. Cyborg frowned when the program told him that no one had been done here. No alarms had gone off, none of the laser beams had been broken. Yet, his limited access to the computer down here told him it had been on within the hour.

What the hell was going on here?

With the computer finally on, Cyborg accessed it remotely, pulling up the computer's history. The last entry was...the registry. So someone had been looking for someone, so who? Accessing the registry, he stiffened at the last name searched.

Ted Kord.

Cyborg clenched his fist. Alright, he was getting mad now. Somehow, someway, someone had diverted the security cams, entered the Morgue, went undetected, and got access to one of the remains here. That should have been impossible—no, it was impossible.

Moving through the Morgue, Cyborg went straight to Kord's freezer, scanning the door briefly and coming away empty-handed again. No fingerprints, no thermal readings, nothing. Opening the freezer, he pulled the gurney out and looked at the former Blue Beetle.

Well, the guy didn't look much different from the last time he had seen him.

Again, he performed a scan, seeking something, anything that could tell him why someone wanted to find Kord. It was obvious he was the key to all of this.

And then he found something. It was actually surprising considering the scan that actually picked up something was the one designed for radioactivity. Had he been wanting to look for, say, a nuclear warhead, it would be this scan he'd run. Since when did Kord have something radioactive on her person? He didn't when they met in El Paso.

Immediately, Cyborg began searching the net for a satellite, one that was over the western hemisphere, preferably North America. Finding one, he gained access to it and had it run a scan of the entire North American continent. He wanted to see where else this signature would pop up.

It took a few minutes, but he managed to get a few hits. One location was obviously here; another was in Mexico, and another was…

Well, I'll be damned. El Paso. No doubt, whoever broke in here was going there. Far be it for Cyborg not to meet them there.

Mr. Terrific had come through. It had taken some time, but he had managed to obtain a location of one of the radioactive signatures he had discovered.

A soft breeze blew through Batman's cape as he perched on top of a house. He was looking to one across the street, which had its lights still on. According to Terrific, a signature was in there. Part of Batman was dubious of that claim, but then he wasn't the one looking at the computer screen as Terrific was. If it turned out to be wrong, then so be it.

The lights in the house turned off. It seemed the residents were finally turning in. Opening his cape, he parachuted down, landing lightly on the grass below. Without making a sound, he approached the house, crossing the street and reaching the front lawn of his target.

His first impulse was to try and open a window, but that plan was scrapped the moment he saw the burglar bars. No doubt the rest of the windows had them as well. That meant he needed to go through either the front or back door. Heading right for the front door, he pulled out his lock pick set and prepared to pick the lock.

At least, that was his plan. Before he so much as grabbed the doorknob, the door swung open and a teenage boy stood right in front of him. For a moment, both of them stared at each other, Batman was a stunned look, the boy with his eyes wide open.

Then the boy opened his mouth.

Before a sound came out, Batman clamped a hand over his mouth even as he grabbed the boy by the shoulder and pulled him out of the house. Shoving him up against the wall, he heard muffled cries from the teen as he struggled against him.

"That's enough," he growled, which momentarily froze the boy with fear. "I'm not going to hurt you. I have a couple questions I need you to answer for me. Can you do that?"

The boy seemed to consider this before he slowly nodded. "I'm going to remove my hand," Batman told him then, "and when I do, don't scream. If you do, I will knock you out. Understood?"

He received another nod. Cautiously, he removed his hand, the teen doing as he promised. "What's your name?" he asked, softening his own voice. Growling and barking did many things, especially to terrified people. It was one thing to use that fear to get information out of scumbags; it was entirely different to get it from a scared kid.

"Jaime Reyes, Sir," the boy answered him quickly. "I promise, I wasn't going to go out, Sir. I was just going to get the mail from the mailbox. That's all."

So this Jaime thought he was a cop about to bust him for a curfew violation. "Don't worry about that for now. I need to know if you've been in a vacant lot over by Chavez and 1st."

Jaime perked his head up at that. "Yes, Sir. My friends and I pass through that lot all the time."

"Did you ever come across anything there? I'm specifically looking for an object shaped like a bug, a scarab to be specific."

"Is that yours?" the Hispanic boy asked quickly. "I didn't know, I swear. I just found it there yesterday. Thought it might be...uhhh, is it valuable? Do you know?"

"Possibly. Show it to me."

"It's in my backpack in my room," Jaime told him, jerking his thumb towards his front door. "Do you want me to bring it to you or—"

"I'll go in with you," Batman said quickly. Without waiting for a reply, he pushed the boy towards the door, the two of them slipping into the house. Once the door was closed—carefully, he was quickly to note, by the boy—they headed for what turned out to be a bedroom. Jaime turned on a light and confirmed as much, the posters of wrestlers and sports stars decorating the walls. This must be his room.

Jaime took a seat on his bed and hauled his backpack up onto his lap. The main zipper was already open and he began to dig a hand inside. It took a moment before the teen frowned, moving his other hand to hold the flap open. "Dios mio," he swore as he began to frantically search the backpack, nearly shoving his head in as well. "Where did it go? I put it right in here."

He then jerked his head up and looked at Batman apologetically. "I put it right in here, Sir, but for some reason it's not there anymore. I don't understand it…" he trailed off before something occurred to him. "Milagro better not have been in here."

"Milagro?" the vigilante questioned.

"My little sister," he explained, "she likes to go through my stuff when I'm not here. Sometimes she even sneaks in when I'm asleep. I'll go check with her."

Suddenly, there was movement across the bed. It was out of the corner of Batman's eye and that was all that alerted him to it. By the time he focused on the bed, he didn't see anything. Perhaps it was a trick of the eyes?

Jaime suddenly stiffening as he yelped told him that wasn't the case. "Ay! Mi espalda!" he cried out, reaching one arm over his shoulder, while the other slid around his side, trying to reach a spot on his back. Immediately, Batman went to the boy and turned him to a side, pulling up his shirt by the hem.

And right on his back was a large, blue bug. It was larger than any bug he had ever seen and if he wasn't mistaken, it looked like a scarab to him; at least, it match the descriptions of it that he knew of.

"What is it? Do you see something?" Jaime demanded fearfully.

"I think we found the bug," Batman informed him, kneeling down so that he could get a better look at it. Was this what he saw move across the bed? It probably was, though he couldn't be too sure. Still, it was a relic, right? It shouldn't have been able to move.

Reaching a hand up, he pressed his palm against it, fingers curling around the sides. Once he was sure he had a decent grip on it, he said, "I'm going to try to pull it off." Then he did so.

The Scarab didn't come off.

In fact, it seemed like it was stuck to Jaime's back. Not letting his first attempt get to him, he began to pull harder, eliciting a hiss from the teenager. He continued to pull as best he could until Jaime shouted at him, "Stop! Just stop!" He even shot off the bed and away from him. "Dios mio!"

"I didn't get it off," Batman said, slowly standing up on his feet.

"Yeah! I got that!" Jaime pulled his shirt down. "What's going on here? Why is this thing attached to me? And why do you want it so—"

The sound of a door opening reached their ears, causing the boy to turn to his own door. Quickly, Batman moved to the closet, one that was stuffed with dirty clothes and boxes. Shoving himself inside, he closed one of the doors as best as he could and remained absolutely still.

The bedroom door was flung open. "Jaime!" an older woman's voice shouted, most likely his mother. "Do you know what time it is? What are you doing up this late?"

"Nothing, Mama," Jaime told her, sounding tense. "I was just talking…" He stopped for some reason before continuing, "I mean, I fell out of bed."

"So you tried to wake up the entire house because you fell out?" A sigh. "Jaime, Milagro is sleeping. You know how she gets when she doesn't get enough sleep, si? Now go back to bed."

"Yes, Mama."

The door closed then, followed by Jaime sighing. Batman slowly pushed the closet door open and stepped out, moving behind the boy. When the teen turned around, he jumped as he let out a sharp yelp. "How did you...where did you go?" he stammered out.

So, his pause was because he was looking to him to explain his situation. That wasn't going to be happening. "You need to come with me," he said instead. "We need to figure out how to get that scarab off of you."

"Scarab? Is that what bit me?"

"Yes."

"Well, I hate to break it to you, but I can't go. I mean, you heard my mom. I'm supposed to be in bed."

Batman just stared at him.

"It's not like I can disappear, you know. My mom will freak if she finds out I'm not here in the morning."

He continued to stare.

"What do you want me to do? Write her a note to say I left early to go to a friend's house? That I'll be staying there for a few days?"

Batman slowly nodded.

"Oh. I guess I'll write that note."

Jaime reached into his backpack, this time pulling out a blue notebook. Opening it to a random page, he snatched a pencil from on top of his dresser and scribbled out a note. "Went...to...Paco's…" he murmured as he wrote. "Spending...night...love...you…"

He then paused before looking up to the vigilante. "Umm, I'm not sure sure she'd going to believe this," he said. "I mean, there's curfew and she'll freak if she thinks I left in the middle of the night."

"When does she get up?"

"Early, Sir. Except...she doesn't work tomorrow. She might sleep in, but not much."

"Then you left for breakfast at your friend's."

"Oh, that might work." Jaime scribbled "for breakfast" onto the note. "Okay, it's done. I'll just put this on the table and we can leave."

The boy then stood up and headed for the door, Batman silently following him. The two made their way to the living room, coming to the dining room next to it. Jaime placed his note on the table before turning around, jumping at the sight of the Dark Knight. Batman was unfazed as he moved for the front door, opening it and waited for the teen to exit. He made sure to lock the door before closing it behind them.

"Okay, so now where?" Jaime asked.

Before he could answer, a thunderous BOOM rang out, startling the two. In the middle of the street, a bright light appeared, seeming to radiate towards them. Each of the squinted their eyes as they stared at it, arms hovering by their foreheads to help shield from the excess light.

A figure appeared in the middle of it then, walking towards them until it came to stand on the pavement. The light immediately vanished, leaving the figure looking towards them. It looked like a man to Batman, most of which seemed to be metal in nature. Half of his face was of an African-American and he was staring the two down.

"Oh shit," Jaime swore, trembling next to the dark-clad man. "It's Cyborg."

So this was Cyborg. He was bigger than he thought he would be.

Apparently, Cyborg had no trouble recognizing him. "So the Bat-imposter is here," he stated as he casually took a step towards them, then another. "You were the one to sneak into the Hall, weren't you? Mind telling me why you're here and what it involves with Ted Kord?"

Batman didn't answer, taking a defensive stance as both of his hands hid beneath his cape. He slowly moved them to open a couple pouches, ready to send shuriken and smoke pellets flying at a moment's notice.

"Cat got your tongue?" the mechanical man taunted then. "That's alright; you're lucky the High Councilor wants you taken in alive, though he won't mind dead if there's no other choice. So I'll leave it to you: come quietly, or I'm gonna have to put the beat down on you."

"Sir, I think I want to go back inside," Jaime whimpered.

Batman deliberately put himself before the boy. "Front door is locked," he murmured to the frightened teen. "Find another way inside, or find some place to hide."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Don't you dare take another step," Cyborg suddenly warned them, taking a threatening step towards them. He deliberately stood at a side to them as he held his nearest forearm up in front of him. "I've got some questions for you too, Kid."

Then right before his Batman's eyes, the arm changed. Parts expanded out before sliding to sides, each one going in a different direction. What had once been a hand and forearm became a cannon, one the cyborg pointed right at the vigilante. "You've got three seconds to surrender. One…"

"Yaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!"

The scream had been so suddenly that both men jumped, Cyborg keeping where he was at while Batman darted to a side. It had come right behind him, which left only one person as its source.

Jaime had collapsed to his knees, both of his hands frantically scratching his back. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh!" he cried out as he writhed in pain.

Then out of nowhere, a flowing blue and black fluid began covering him. It started from his back and appearing over his shoulders before pouring down his arms and chest. More began to wrap itself around his waist and hips, dripping down his legs. "Help me!" Jaime shrieked as the fluid covered his head and face.

"What the hell is going on here?!" Cyborg exclaimed.

And naturally, that's when Jaime's mother opened the door.

"What is with all of the—!" she demanded as she flung the door open, stopping at the sight of Cyborg, Batman, and whatever had become of Jaime. Her face paled at the sight of them.

And then the fluid on Jaime began to hardened. What looked like blue and black armor formed, the blue gathering at his chest and legs. The black centered around his arms, legs, and abdomen. There was something else too forming, specifically from the boy's back, or so Batman could see from where he stood.

What they were, he couldn't say, but they looked like horns of some kind. He wasn't sure what the purpose was, but until proven otherwise, he assumed there was one.

The last changes occurred with the teen's face. It became completely black as blue symbol-like designs formed around his eyes. A line formed on the lower part of the face before opening, white teeth appearing as the hole open and closed. It was a mouth, the dark-clad man realized, and the boy was using it to pant.

"What's happening...to me…?" he asked out loud, his orange eyes looking down at himself.

Batman had to admit, that was a pretty damn good question.

And then suddenly, Jaime was on his feet. "I'm...moving!" he exclaimed before he took a few steps towards Cyborg. "But I'm not moving. Something's moving me!"

His right arm jerked up as he came to stand on the road, his arm beginning to change. Instead of shifting into a different configuration like Cyborg, the forearm and hand seemed to melt before reforming, changing into a small, thinner arm cannon. "How is this happening? What is happening?!" Jaime freaked out.

A blue light glowed from the end of his cannon, just before a blast of blue energy fired right at Cyborg. It had been so sudden and flew through the air so quickly that the mechanical man wasn't able to defend himself, the blast slamming right into him and lifting him right off the ground, carrying him away.

Cyborg cried out as he was forced through the air until he slammed into the face of the house on the other side of the street. It was then the beam stopped, leaving him pressed into the center of a spider's web of cracks that marred the front of the house.

Unfortunately, the cyborg didn't stay that way. A scowl was on the man's face as he pressed his hand and cannon against the broken bricks, pushing against them until he removed himself from the wall, dropping heavily onto the lawn below him. "Now you're gonna get it," he threatened as he began approaching Jaime.

"Hey, I didn't mean to do anything!" the teen cried out. "I don't want to hurt anyone!"

"Good." Cyborg stopped his walking, turning so that he could aim his arm cannon right at Jaime. "Because I'm gonna do all the hurting."

Immediately, Batman turned and ran towards the Reyes' front door. He dove forward, tackling Jaime's mother to the floor, just before the mechanical man fired his blast. He grunted as they hit the wood paneling of the floor, just as a blinding yellow light flooded through the open door.

"What's happening?!" the woman screamed in his face, her arms gripping tightly to him. "What's going on? Why is this happening?"

Batman tilted his head up, looking through the doorway. He could just make out Jaime's form, leaning forward, the front leg bent at the knee, the back straight and bracing him against sliding backwards. Cyborg's yellow blast was pressed up against him, but wasn't overpowering him.

Immediately, he looked to the mother. "Is there anyone else in the house?" he demanded.

Fearfully, she nodded. "My children."

"How old?"

"M-my boy is seventeen a-and my girl is nine."

"Get the girl, I'll get your boy. Go out the back and keep going. I'll make sure your boy gets back to you."

"Where? How?!"

Batman steeled his face. "You have my word. Now go."

Slowly, she nodded her head before she released her hold on him, the vigilante doing the same. She got onto her feet and scrambled down the hallway to get her daughter. Forcing himself up, Batman approached the doorway, pressing a hand against the door frame. This gave him a better view of the struggle.

The beam faded away then, leaving Jaime still standing. With the energy blast gone, Jaime's arms became visible, revealing they were no longer actual arms. In fact, they had merged together and formed a large shield. Smoke was wafting up from it, even as the weaponized boy leaned back to straighten his posture out, his arms separating and reforming hands.

The next thing either of them knew, Cyborg was damn near on top of Jaime, tackling him like an all-state football player. He must have used his energy blast to hide his approach, the vigilante realized. The two hit the ground, Jaime on his back as he skidded down the pavement and up onto the sidewalk. The moment they stopped on the walkway to the house, Cyborg raised a fist up before slamming it down over and over on the teen's face.

Pulling out his grapple, Batman went running towards the two, jumping over them head first as he swung his legs up. In mid flip he fired the grapple onto Cyborg's back, the claw grabbing hold immediately. Holding the trigger, more and more cable came out of the grapple gun as the dark-clad man completed his flip, finally releasing it to let it tighten. One hand holding onto the gun with the other reached out and grabbed onto the cable, Batman pulled with all his might to a side, pulling the mechanical man off his opponent.

Pivoting on the back of his feet, Batman grunted as he began to swing Cyborg through the air, swinging him right into the base of a tree in the front yard. The tree shook from the collision as the mechanical man dropped to the ground, seemingly dazed.

Hitting the retraction button, the grapple began dragging Cyborg towards the vigilante, the man picking up speed with every foot he covered. Timing it right, Batman drew a leg back before swinging it, the toe of his boot slamming right into his foe's face. The blow caused his head to stop, while the rest of his body kept moving forward due to momentum. This, in turn, caused him to go flipping head over feet over and over until he landed on the ground.

However, it seemed the mechanical man was faster to recover than expected. Though he had landed on his stomach, he pushed himself with an arm, holding his arm cannon out and pointed right at the Dark Knight. Before he could even move, Cyborg fired a blast, one that hit Batman right in the solar plexus and sent him flying backwards through the air., the dark-clad man losing his grip on the grapple. He cried out the moment his back hit the tree, gravity dropping him back to the ground where he managed to land on his feet. Wincing, he looked down at his torso, seeing smoke wafting up from fresh burned marks.

Pushing himself up onto his feet, Cyborg turned to fully face the vigilante, keeping his arm cannon aimed at him. By then, Jaime was back on his feet as well. The horns on his back had appeared to grown longer by this point and had he not looked up in time, he would've missed a filmy material emerge out of his back. To his eye, it looked a lot like bug wings and his assumption was proven correct as the wings began beating themselves rapidly until they were blurs.

Jaime then flew forward through the air. "Look out!" he cried, causing Cyborg to begin turning towards him. It was too late by then as it was his turn to tackle the mechanical man, sending the two flying through the air until they hit the ground on the street, bouncing across the pavement a couple of times.

The moment the stopped, Jaime leaned backwards, drawing an arm back. His hand deformed into liquid again, becoming longer until it hardened into a long, blade-like appendage. It was like looking at the leg of an insect actually. The boy then brought the point down to stab his opponent in the face.

By then, Cyborg shot a hand up, grabbing the sharp point and stopping it mere centimeters from his robotic eye. Strain appeared on his face as he gritted his teeth, pouring in as much strength to hold off the point.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Cyborg, Sir," Jaime profusely apologized. "I'm being honest, I'm not trying to hurt you!"

"You've...got a funny way...of showing that," Cyborg grunted back.

And then the mechanical man moved his other arm, placing the cannon point blank against the boy's stomach. "No!" Batman shouted just before Cyborg fired another blast, this one blowing Jaime up into the air, removing his threat from Cyborg.

Batman had feared the worst from a blast like that at such close quarters. Part of him thought Jaime would've been fatally harmed, the beam tearing through his young body. That fear proved to be for naught as the boy pulled away from the energy beam, his insect wings allowing him to hover in midair before he drifted down to the ground to land a short distance away from Cyborg.

How was all of this happening? It was a question that had been asked repeatedly by everyone present. It still held merit now, after all that had happened so far. Jaime had somehow put on some bizarre suit, albeit unknowingly if his previous screams were anything to go by. Now he was putting up a decent fight against the Regime's top logistics man with powers that were similar to a bug.

Wait...bug...the Scarab!

Was this the Scarab's doing? It was firmly attached to Jaime's back, that was certain. Had it formed some sort of armor around Jaime and granted him his powers? Yet, Jaime had made it quite clear he wasn't in control of himself. Was there some sort of sentience behind this Scarab?

If so, it would explain quite a bit. In fact, it hadn't started this demonstration until Cyborg had appeared. Considering it had caused Jaime to go charging headfirst at the man, it was clear it was reacting to him.

Batman shook his head. This was a mystery that could be solved much, much later.

By now, both Jaime and Cyborg were standing, staring each other down. "I've had just about enough of this, Kid," the cyborg told him, his tone devoid of humor. "I'm giving you just one chance to stand down, or I'm taking off your head. Better make your decision quick because I got backup on the way and they're more unforgiving than I am."

In response, Jaime's body moved, both of his arms flying up as they began to meld into each other. This time, a large energy cannon was formed, blue light glowing from its barrel. "I can't stop this!" he cried out in terror.

"Shit!" Cyborg cursed as he aimed his own cannon. In the blink of an eye, both men fired their respective energy blasts, one blue, the other yellow. Both beams raced towards each other, colliding approximately midway between them. The very air was forced out, sending a strong wind flying in all directions, Batman being battered by it as he was forced back up against the tree, grunting as the pressure mounted against his body.

And then it was gone, leaving only the clash of energy blasts pushing against each other. It didn't take a genius to know that a large amount of power was being generated and no matter who won, there were going to be a lot of losers. If one of them was overpowered, the winner's blast would destroy countless houses in the area.

He couldn't let that happen.

Reaching to his belt, Batman scrambled to open one of the pouches. There wasn't much he could do to alter the battle present, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to try. He had an idea already, but it was completely reckless, yet there wasn't many other options. Reaching into the pouch, he pulled out an oval device from his belt.

A concussion detonator.

It had been awhile since he had last used a concussion detonator, but the results had always been favorable. Gripping the top with one hand, he twisted it until it beeped at him. Knowing that it was primed, Batman drew it back before throwing it right towards the area where the two beams were wrestling with each other. Even as it flipped end over end, Batman moved behind the tree, hoping it would help block out some of the impending force about to erupt.

The concussion detonator landed right next to the crackling beams, its outer shell cracking before it shattered. An instant later, a powerful, concussive force blew out in all directions, slamming right into Jamie and Cyborg.

Both were thrown into the air, their arms jerking upward from the blast. This caused their beams to be aimed up into the sky, sending them flying up into the air harmlessly. Even better, they both lost their focus and their respective beams ended just as quickly. Gripping hard onto the tree, Batman watched both men go flipping wildly through the air in opposite directions, landing hard on the street seconds later.

Gritting his teeth, Batman went running towards Jaime, rapidly closing the distance between them. Once he reached him, he was pleased to see the boy sitting up, one hand braced behind him on the ground as his other hand rubbed his head. "Dios mio," he swore, his...face...wincing.

"Jaime," the vigilante barked as he kneeled down next to him. "Can you control yourself?"

"Yeah, I think so." He flinched again. "What was that? My head hurts a little bit."

"It's supposed to, but right now we don't have time for it." He leaned closer to the boy. "You need to fly us out of here right now, before Cyborg gets back up. He should be stunned for a minute or so, but we need to use that time to get out of here."

"Fly? What do you mean fly?" he exclaimed. "I don't know how to fly!"

"You did a little bit ago."

"But that wasn't me! Something else was doing that!"

"Which means you can do the same if you focus enough. Now stand up and grow some wings." Not even giving the teen the chance to protest further, he grabbed his arm and forced him onto his feet.

To Jaime's credit, he seemed to be trying at least. His face twisted with strain. "I...I can't do it," he complained.

"Focus," Batman ordered him. "If you want to live long enough to graduate high school, focus."

"I'm...I'm trying," he protested, but did as told. Almost unexpectedly, the insect wings erupted out of his back, fluttering for a moment before they stilled. Surprised, he said, "I...I did it!"

"Great, now fly."

Again, he began to strain, but it didn't take nearly as long for the wings to start beating up and down over and over. Soon, he began to lift off the ground, floating higher and higher. "I'm flying! I'm really flying!"

By then, Batman had his backup grapple out, pulling out several lengths of cable from it. "Jaime!" he called out just before tossing up the grapple claw. Thankfully, the boy caught it, holding it curiously.

"Now fly us out of here," he told him. "I'll make sure Cyborg doesn't take any more shots at us, but you need to get us airborne and out of here."

Nodding, Jaime then turned around in midair and began rising further up. Batman soon felt himself lifted up and then flying away. Jaime managed to get them high enough that the houses were several feet below the vigilante. With the wind beating at him, Batman found himself twisting and turning in the air, though he did his best to keep an eye towards the last known location of Cyborg. The boy didn't need to worry about aerial maneuvering right at the moment.

To Guest: There's plenty of story left to go. We'll be completing these stories, you can count on it.