"Replacement, if you don't get over here now, I am blowing your brains out to the other side of the universe!"
"Jason, you're being dramatic. It was just a gun…"
"It was my baby, Replacement. My baby. You killed her."
"It was an accident."
"It was homicide."
"You are both being idiots," Damian informed them, entering the room. "Now hurry up, I am needed at the Watchtower."
"Leave without my baby." Jason grumbled, meandering toward the door.
"Jason for goodness sake..."
"Nothing you say can make it better. Nothing."
Red Robin rolled his eyes at his overly dramatic brother, and followed Robin from the room.
"You're a bigger villain than Tachyon, Replacement."
"Jason, Tachyon is a cosmic maniac trying to destroy the Earth in an interuniversal scheme for global supremicy."
"Yeah, and?"
"You're impossible. Let's just get through this guy's final hurrah. Nightwing's already waiting for us with Batman, and Tachyon is almost done for. I want to get back to the Tower and work on a case with half - and - half coffee and red bull."
Jason grimiced as Tim's face took on a dreamy quality. "You're disgusting."
Tim shrugged as the teleporter took effect. Red Robin's attention was immediately drawn to the viewscreen up front. Jason slunk off, never one to stay in the middle of a crowd of 'heroes'. Damian stalked off to terrorize some poor soul monitoring the situation so he could be 'brought up to date' as soon as possible.
Tim had other methods "Fill me in." He murmured, knowing his Kryptonian friend could hear him.
"Tachyon's major energy cannon's been destroyed." Superboy shuffled over to Tim as quietly as he could. "It's sending out energy randomly, and some of it's going interdimensional." Superboy did not look pleased. "No casualties yet, but there's been some serious property damage. We need to shut this guy down."
"There's another problem too, Red Rob." Impulse informed him, zipping over and shifting from foot to foot, eyes dashing everywhere as the hyperactive speedster gushed information. "We're- kindof-worried-that-maybe-the-energy-could-like-change-and-like-turn-into-a-different-kind-of-energy,-and-who-knows-what-that-would-do,-right? It-could,-like,-make-people-monsters,-or-teleport-them,-or-maybe-be-giving-superpowers,-mabey-make-another-speedster,-huh? Think-that-might-work?-Course-they-might-die,-but-who-knows…"
Red Robin tuned Impulse (and his consequent headache) out, and watched the monitors as beams of destructive energy smashed into random, unsuspecting universes, watched as the flames leapt from around the inferno.
It was only a matter of time before someone was killed.