They got the basics from Brainy's file. This is the origin of Batgrimslashgrimsman. Bruce Wayne. His parents got shot by some crook in an alley, while the poor kid watched -- and he survived. Then he dedicated his entire life to fighting crime, taking on the appearance of a bat due to a childhood fear and one crashing through his window one night.
Rich knows this story already. There's a reason he joked around with Hal when Hal was still around, about how similar Night Thrasher had been. It'd all been fond joking, but the reason Dwayne had been similar wasn't funny at all -- his parents had been killed too. And it'd been enough to turn him into someone obsessed with revenge, into a black suit wearing avenger of the night. It'd taken him years to soften, to find other, better reasons to fight than vengeance.
It disgusts him that someone would make such a horrible day even worse for an innocent child, a child that was in the same place Dwayne had been.
The time sphere unloads them in the alley and they can still hear the robber's footsteps echoing away. Little Bruce, the knees of his pants soaked in blood, is already walking towards the road. Brainy's files said the timeline had been altered by Bruce throwing himself in front of a car. Something had changed, something had compelled him to do it when it hadn't happened in the original timeline.
They don't have time to figure out what's making him walk towards the road -- all that matters right now is stopping him first.
"Spider-Woman, the kid! Web him!"
Rich turns to look up the other end of the alley and when he sees the time traveler, he almost does a double-take. Thanks to that costume and the hair, for just a half a second he'd thought he suddenly run into Reed Richards, but no. The angle of the jaw is a little different, the eyes are harsher, far more unkind.
Rich doesn't bother asking questions or making any quips. This man, in a strange jumpsuit, with a clinical, just slightly smug expression on his face, doesn't belong here. They can question him after they knock him out, take away his source of time travel, and nullify his powers somehow.
He raises a hand and blasts at him.
"Nova, hit him fast and hit him hard. Questions can wait."
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Rich knows this story already. There's a reason he joked around with Hal when Hal was still around, about how similar Night Thrasher had been. It'd all been fond joking, but the reason Dwayne had been similar wasn't funny at all -- his parents had been killed too. And it'd been enough to turn him into someone obsessed with revenge, into a black suit wearing avenger of the night. It'd taken him years to soften, to find other, better reasons to fight than vengeance.
It disgusts him that someone would make such a horrible day even worse for an innocent child, a child that was in the same place Dwayne had been.
The time sphere unloads them in the alley and they can still hear the robber's footsteps echoing away. Little Bruce, the knees of his pants soaked in blood, is already walking towards the road. Brainy's files said the timeline had been altered by Bruce throwing himself in front of a car. Something had changed, something had compelled him to do it when it hadn't happened in the original timeline.
They don't have time to figure out what's making him walk towards the road -- all that matters right now is stopping him first.
"Spider-Woman, the kid! Web him!"
Rich turns to look up the other end of the alley and when he sees the time traveler, he almost does a double-take. Thanks to that costume and the hair, for just a half a second he'd thought he suddenly run into Reed Richards, but no. The angle of the jaw is a little different, the eyes are harsher, far more unkind.
Rich doesn't bother asking questions or making any quips. This man, in a strange jumpsuit, with a clinical, just slightly smug expression on his face, doesn't belong here. They can question him after they knock him out, take away his source of time travel, and nullify his powers somehow.
He raises a hand and blasts at him.
"Nova, hit him fast and hit him hard. Questions can wait."