Justice From Above!

Quinn watches the conversation from a distance. "So, what," he mutters to JimBob and the others, "we're just talking to him now? I'm all for settling things peacefully, but he's sort of a 'hit first, ask questions never' kind of guy. We should be ready for anything."

JimBob chuckles. "Well, we've got him monologuing. That's half the battle right there. Although Ian's providing a pretty good distraction for us right now. Who's our shapeshifter again? I feel like the likeness of Lex Luthor would be useful right about now."

"Pretty sure that was Ian . . ." Quinn turns to the others. "Anyone have kryptonite handy? That's green, right? Can you do it, Lantern?"

Roy says, "As far as I know, if it's green, I can do it!"

He concentrates, and a bright, searing, sizzling, acid-tinged green WRONGNESS begins radiating out of his ring.

Everyone exposed to it feels revulsion, as though in the presence of something that simply SHOULD NOT BE.

"Uh-oh ..."

JimBob is not a fan of wrongness, and will therefore hide behind the nearest rock or tree, stretching himself if necessary to be completely blocked from exposure.

"Can . . . can anyone hold that thing . . . until we need to use it?" Quinn stutters, crouching as low as possible behind his shield. "Or . . . I don't know . . . throw it at the . . . bad guy?"

"Huh. I guess you do have an S-thing going on there," Ian says, squinting to make out the letter from Joker's expression. He then takes a quick peek to see if Vina is still planning on swooping down and decking the villain.

"As far as who I'm going to call, I don't think 'Bad Cop' is fair. Let's just call her 'Harsh Dose of Reality Cop'. And she wears the S better than you do."

Vina shrieks down out of the air, her Hawk wings making a keening scream as she clocks Zipperneck in the jaw with her elf-gloved fist.

SMACK! Ripples of shock radiate outward in the debris of the street, and every car on both sides of the street leans away from the punch, before rocking back on its springs.

Ian feels the shockwave pass through him. If he had a cape, it wouldn't ripple, which is too bad.

Zipperneck's head turns ninety degrees, making the scar on his neck flame crimson* as he drops to the street, stunned, but not out.

Everybody gets one round to move and attack, or something else that takes about as long as move and attack. Play one verse of a song, slap together a sandwich, stack ten cups. Or, y'know, something useful; that's allowed, too.

Green Lantern calls out, "Vina, get clear! This kryptonite ray will likely affect you, too, with its terrible poignancy!"

Because let's be honest here: none of you were about to say "poignancy." It was Roy or nobody.

A Checkmate agent in kevlar and spandex (not battle armor; we saw how that went!) steps forward and scans Zipperneck with a supermarket scanner.

"Power level 700 millisupers!" he calls out. "He's not out yet!"

*It doesn't actually flame. In a superhero game, you have to distinguish between literary license and weird science, because they both sound the same.