lands lightly on a chunk of concrete, cape settling around him Anyone else?

straightens from where he'd been kneeling, scanning a fragment of scorched lab coat No survivors. Eleven confirmed. All dead before the roof came down.

appears beside them in a blur of red, skidding to a stop Checked the perimeter. Nothing. No movement. No—well, no anything. Whatever did this, they're gone.

steps through the smoke, gaze sharp Not entirely.

frowns, ring glowing faintly That thing giving anyone else a bad feeling?

taps his temple, optics scanning I'm picking up energy readings. But they're... wrong. Doesn't match any power source I know.

already moving toward it Then we find out what it is.

lands beside Batman, voice low Bruce. Careful.

ignores him, reaches out a gloved hand

steps forward, voice measured It is awake.