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How diligent of you, Artemis. Thinking of the day you can't run around out there in tights and leather, battling crime. Admittedly, being Dannered up makes your crime-fighting days likely to be a lot longer than most.6th February 2013
09:24 GMT -5
It's morning. We're here in the morning, in the open, and this… Should be a school day. Except there's nothing happening, even at the good schools. Even if the teachers turn up, people don't want to teach. Or get taught.
That's not exactly how it is in places where the Anti-Life hasn't taken over. Wally's still going to school, and so are Conner and M'gann. Mom… Hasn't really said.. anything, but I'm studying in my own time to try and keep up. I could get a transfer, but-.
Heh. I would hope they've got their limiters off for the duration of this crisis. Though it has been, what, over a year since they got dosed by Paulphidian anyway. If they couldn't adapt in that time..."Hey… Artemis?"
I look over at Dick for a moment, then go back to watching the Anti-Lifed thugs.
I suppose he never did see much of the regular city life, after all. Plenty of its night life, though, if you catch my drift.
Gotta remember, even if his family started here, he hasn't spent much time here before, well..."How d'you mean?"
"My family travelled around a lot. I'd been on three continents before I ever came to Gotham. And I was pretty young. Even when I started as Robin, I didn't really know how bad things were."
And once the Freaks starting crawling out of the woodwork, that would get even less representative.I frown. "Didn't Batman have you following him around every night?"
"Hardly. Training was every day. Fighting crime was one night a week. Maybe three if there was a holiday. I saw plenty of crime, but I didn't know how representative what I saw was of the whole of the city."
After all, a history book can only do so much for painting a picture of the life then.He glances at his wrist computer, checking the feeds from the cameras he's planted.
"And I've read up on things since then, but it's not the same as seeing it. Do you remember?"
Comes from being the big dogs."Dad didn't encourage me to socialise." But that's not a helpful answer. "No. Thanks to Mistress, there's only one gang in town. Back then, any of the gangs could be attacked by any of the other gangs. So walking around on the street first thing in the morning? That wasn't really something they did. Not outside the middle of their territory. And they walk different."
"Yeah, I know what you mean. These guys… They don't care who sees them."
And there's always some young yahoo or new-in-town dolt trying to start shit...I nod. "They don't-." Damn it. "They didn't used to walk like that after Batman cleaned up the city, because they cops started doing their jobs and they could get arrested. They didn't walk like that in the old days because the cops were paid off by one of the mobs and they didn't like it when people committed crimes without asking permission first."
"Were there this many?"
The purely mechanical kind, relying on precise timings that can foul up if there's so much as one hair out of place? I can picture it..."Ah…" I try remembering, but I wasn't all that old either. "I don't know. I think there were more other people around."
People aren't really living. They're just going through the motions. I've looked in on a few families when I visit Mom, and it's kinda like they're robots. Not modern robots. Complicated wind-up ones from the sixties, where they stumble around the place without knowing why they're doing anything, and if they're even a little at the wrong angle they'll trip over the furniture.
Such is the nature of Anti-Life. Without a strong will to direct them...We're already seeing signs of malnutrition. Even if people aren't killing themselves, they're not taking care of themselves.
And on that subject…
Which is why granaries were so important back in the ancient times. Even with fewer mouths to feed back then. 'Society is only three meals from collapse' and all that..."How are they managing the food supply?"
"Some of Poison Ivy's henchpeople got infected, and they set up some city farm plots. But food doesn't get produce all the time. Harvesting crops in the US doesn't happen for months. It's mostly imports that have shut down, and that was way down anyway after the Sheeda attacks."
...Ironically, I could see karens serving as local middle-managers with their obnoxious resolve."What about interstate trucking?"
"You can order stuff. We're still getting oranges in Happy Harbor. You have to get really demanding about it, but once things are moving, they tend to stay moving." He nods. "If we don't get this fixed inside a month, that'll get worse."
Yeah, looks bad, huh?
OL's said a lot of crazy things. Which one do you mean?He's… Put his hand on my arm. I didn't notice-.
"If we can't get it fixed inside a month we can always do what OL said."
Terrible calculus, indeed."Move to another planet?" Dick nods. Like a lot of things Paul says, that was somewhere between 'funny' and 'terrifyingly serious'. "But if you're right and people can be broadcasters, wouldn't we just bring it with us?"
"Don't worry about that. With a new colony, we wouldn't have enough food for everyone anyway."
Hey, he's not lying.
What better place for it. Dirty job, I know..."No, Mister Atom checked the figures. Plants need all kinds of soil microbes, and if you have to introduce them to a new planet, that takes… A while. We'd actually have to raid about fifty sewage treatment plants for raw material."
I gag.
Though that would probably be enough to seed hundreds of hectares of fields...Right… Fertiliser, and microbes…
"Mister Atom was pretty sure we could fit it all in two oil tankers. We'd just have to reinforce them so Superman could carry them."
Heh.And I'm impressed you're admitting that, Robin."Hah!" I can't help smiling at that image. "Okay. Thanks."
"I got pranked by a robot with no sense of humor this morning. I feel like I need to up my game."
Ah, back to work."Mister Atom pranks people?"
"He's got a program for it. Oh, here we go."
Ah, taking the good old-fashioned method of trailing them, eh?I lean over to look at his computer screen, and I see the truck doing deliveries for Mistress. She's set up a food-for-work program for anyone who can drag themselves over there. A lot of the people who take her up on that end up as part of her pseudo-Justified gang, and that's why we haven't wanted to risk getting too close.
Dick moves the screen so I can see its relative position. Okay. I notch a tracking arrow and raise it. Check distance, check wind speed, and… Loose.
Not bad for a mere human. I'm sure Celestial Archer would be impressed.
Impressive trick. I'm assuming Nanomachines (son!)This type of tracking arrow actually disintegrates after the tracker gets attached. At this time of day, there's no way they wouldn't notice a regular one. This has got a transmitting shorter range, but…
"Robin to Canis. You're good to have breakfast."
Eh, his idea of happy memories probably involves mass murder."I'm sure that dining with such lowlies will bring back many memories."
"Happy memories?"
Still, he asked first. Progress?"Can I kill and cook them over their own fires?"
"Ah, that's a no?"
I mean, what self-respecting evil leader wouldn't? Can't do everything herself."Then merely memories. Canis out."
I frown. "Are we sure this 'Mistress' chick even has an inner circle?"
To be fair, most of the existing network structures pretty much run on automatic. But nothing says anyone has to use it."Anti-Life makes them loyal to her, but it doesn't give people skills they don't have. There's nothing in her personal history which shows that she knows how to run a gang or rule a city. Someone's helping her. But they're not big on phones, or we could just hack them."
"They don't have Apokoliptian technology, right?"
Which is a hell of a lot of shit. From Freeze Rays to old Fear Gas. Mind control hats to Smilex sprayers..."They shouldn't, but we've IDed a lot of ex-henchmen with them, and there's a lot of old supervillain tech around Gotham."
"So they could have anything Batman's enemies had."
On the upside, anything not breathable, you're a lot more resistant to.
Good to see the Team hasn't forgotten the art of covert information gathering. Though I don't doubt that somehow, this will end up in a grand melee of superpowers. The only question is which side will be the stronger. Though it sounds like even they aren't sure just who this 'Mistress' is. I guess Batman isn't sure, but has his suspicions that he's not sharing...
Double Space.Back then, any of the gangs could be attacked by any of the other gangs.