Next Generation: The Black Blood

[Batman]

Plot Summary: Red Robin and Batgirl are left to fight crime in what remains Gotham City while Batman is managing the Arkham City event, how hard could it be? As events unfold, Robin and Batgirl are thrown into a mix of fellow superheroes who are on the rise as the next generation of heroes.

Heroes: Red Robin, Batgirl III, Sparx, Stargirl, Firehawk, John Constantine
Villains: Black Python


South America...Two men's bare feet softly moved through the sand floor beneath them as they dragged a third man into the center of the pit. "{No! No! Please!}" He pleaded with his ankles and wrists cuffed together by iron shackles. The binds too restricting he was unable to stand or promptly function with his limbs. The guards were wearing dark purple robes with hoods lowered at revealing bald heads with a black tattoo upon their forehead designed like a snake shaped "S" they stood by awaiting for the seer and shaman who entered the pit with five others, the seer wore only a loin cloth with war paint, beads, and feathers around his wrists and neck. Bone tooth necklace and an earring made out of teeth clashed with his dark skin. From his lush pink lips whispered in an enchanting tone to an ancient dialect never before heard by society in hundreds of years. "{To the great darkness. He whom surrounds us...Give your servants true sight, give us true vision. Let us see the path of the serpent.}" With that his hand was held out to his side where one of the assisting ritualists handed the seer a sharp twig, its tip was crafted with the beak of a parrot to shovel out the contents of its subject. The guards would take hold of the prisoner and restrain him as the Shaman lowered the pick to the man's eyes.


[R} This is a story that's unusual. I mean, unusual for my line of work...But I guess then you can ask: when does superhero-crimefighting-vigilante-sidekick become anything normal? My day started out pretty good, a year ago? I was a mess, man. Summary of my history...Lost my mom due to cancer, Dad tried to pay for the bills but, being a veteran doesn't cover the responsibilities of being a single parent. Dad fell in with Two-Face the crimelord. To get us out of his debt to Two-Face I sought out Batman's help. It took some work, but eventually the big guy came around and decided to help me. Bruce tried to tell me to keep my life as a vigilante secret from everyone, but the stress of everything made it very hard. Eventually, I realized that Bruce was wrong. I shared my secret with my girlfriend; Stephanie Brown...]

Tim parked his red convertable in front of Stephanie's apartment and waved for her to get inside it. dressed in a simple blue shirt with rolled up sleeves and a pair of khaki pants, Tim's figure of 6'0 was now more noticeable, his dark hair was cut short and close to his scalp but it didn't lose its spiky feeling when touched. His blue eyes still held that essence of innonence and charm despite the hardship he had endured.

[R} Steph and her alter ego, Spoiler, were killed by Black Mask...Or so I thought. Then she came back to tell me she faked her death. I could understand why, a creep like Black Mask knew who she was, it's too dangerous to risk it. But this was over a year ago, I was still mourning her loss. Now I don't look back. She's now Batgirl, the third one that is...Which leads me to my Dad and Batman, my dad inherited a large fortune and we moved out of the city - right next to Wayne Manor...it's crazy, awesome, and cool. I admire both men like they were my father, that is why I shared my secret with Dad. I would be lying to say that he approves of what I do completely, but he trusts Batman, he trusts me, and he likes Stephanie. I have friends all over the superhero community, and while I know the world isn't all sunshine and rainbows...I want to embrace this while I have it because someday it'll all be gone. I don't want to die, but if crisis is asking me...I've learned from my family that is the difference between a hero and an ordinary person. The willingness to make the ultimate sacrifice so that society is better off.]

Tim smiled at Steph with a dorky expression natural to him whenever he lost his composure. "You ready for the movie? I got the tickets right here..." Tim lifted his cellphone.

[Elaine]

*dun dun deen* “We are experiencing slight turbulences due to the harsh weather outside, please remain on your seats until we arrive to Metropolis, thank you kindly” DC said over the airplane’s comm, she sighed softly after it and went back to her own seat, not too far actually from the pilot’s cabin. She was dead tired as she had been taking extra turns and flights lately, basically chaining one after another with little to no sleep in between. Thankfully her makeup sort of hid it well? But not completely, especially because she kept yawning and covering her mouth from time to time. Outside of the airplane she could observe how they ascended little by little through the stormy clouds, with occasional turbulence, but it was not a big deal for her anymore, legs crossed, looking calm, even bored!

Something beautiful drew her attention for a couple of second, a clean view of the storm and how the lightnings crossed the clouds in seemingly random patterns. Sure, that was scary for most, but for her it was beautiful and extremely sad at the same time, it reminded her of more exciting times, times where she was not a stewardess, now, she did not make much of a difference in general, well, at least she did for herself, that was enough even if she longed for more.

To make things worse, her hand hurt, she had punched a guy on the airport who had been daring enough to try to smack her booty when she passed by. One wonderful strike to the jaw, instant KO! Plus a few very trashy curses in between. That felt good, perhaps a bit too good, security was not too happy, because the guy was a new pilot that knew not of how much of a brute she could be, but also probably because they expected a less firm response, like a slap, but nope! So her first was a little reddened and sore, no injury though. DC was so lost in thought that she did not notice at which point she had fallen asleep on her seat with her head against the window.

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Something... something bittersweet looking at him outside in his car as she rushed down the hall, her sneakers squeaking on the grimy, tiled floor, skipped down the steps to the street. He smiled at her, and it was a sweet smile but things were different, something was gone. She leaned up against the car, dropper her bag into the footwell and then swung her legs over the door and in. There had been a time when he would have opened the door for her. Was it only 3 years ago? Three years since he’d been just a kid, not even her height bouncing around like a puppy at the fair. She smiled back.

Things had changed , he kept growing, she stayed still, what was he now, 7”? 8” taller? And bigger, much bigger across the shoulders, he was turning into Bruce. Perhaps it hadn’t been so obvious before… but in the time she’d been away it seemed so much more pronounced.

Things were different though now, the closeness was gone, was it the loss of her? Or her return that had snapped the thread? She wasn’t sure. When she’d returned he’d been overjoyed, but .. it wasn’t the same… perhaps it couldn’t be. Should she have told him? Perhaps. It wouldn’t be the first mistake she’d made… G-d knew it wouldn’t be the last. Yet she had changed too, the naivete (sometimes she the word stupidity rushed into her mind) had gone, perhaps not entirely, but she’d had to learn painful lessons and they had changed her. How could they not? Perhaps it was that spark that had been lost.

It had been replaced though with something less desperate, yet firmer, steelier, a resolve that had seen her abandon Spoiler and become Batgirl. She was in, it was official, but as she shifted to make herself comfortable and pull on the seatbelt, she wondered at what cost. There was a time when she might have dressed up, something she’d never entirely felt comfortable about, for him, perhaps it was better to be friends, so as she reached into her bag for a scrunchy to keep her hair under control in the wind, here she was in sneakers, stonewashed jeans and a plaid shirt over a t-shirt, pulling her hair through a scrunchy into a low ponytail. “’Kay... Let’s go!”

[Stargirl.]

"I said extra chili," the teenage girl gave an intent stare toward the street vendor as he reluctantly relented to amend the amount he spooned onto her loaded hotdog. It was another day where Courtney aspired for something other than the four walls of her classroom and opted to play hooky from school. Not that she didn't have her own intellect, but it had more to do with streets and human nature than droll retellings of histories long gone. She was a young hero that thrived on the physicality, with a dosage of snarky wit toss haphazardly into most of her encounters, and here she is; trolling the streets of Gotham with a messy snack cradled in one palm.

It worked to her advantage that she appeared to be the typical sixteen year old beach bunny, even here in the ever present shadows of this city. With her languid and loose-limbed stride, sun-bleached and wind-tossed blonde locks, tanned flesh peeking out from fittingly hemmed clothing, and faded light blue eyes that were the shade of a cloudless sky... she met nearly every West Coast stereotype and it made many underestimate her as a potential threat. The latter of her listed Californian traits were partially obstructed by heavy eyelids, resting at half-mast as she ambled down the sidewalk with her graceful gait. The greasy meal was long gone from her grasp and the now empty hand reached up to curl her fingers around the strap of her backpack that she was seldom seen without. Afterall, she had to tuck her Stargirl ensemble somewhere.

Perhaps it was the time of day, or the absence of her marking the passed minutes in the slightest since she detoured to the downtown boulevards, but things seemed unduly quiet. The peacefulness made her restless, creating a formidable itch between her slender shoulder blades as she meandered without purpose. How could it be a good day if she didn't go home without even one ridge of bruised knuckles? A tiny frown pulled at the corners of her full mouth, her watchful gaze shifting, seeking the sight of any danger that an over-confident creature such as herself could readily leap into; a fray that wouldn't be started by her actions, but would most assuredly be ended. 

No such luck... yet. A sigh slid through her down curled lips as she tucked her hands into the pockets of her cut-off jean shorts and paused at a crosswalk. Where was the nearest bridge? It seemed like her best bet for activity if she loitered beneath it and waited for a drug deal gone bad or the inevitable gang brawl. If she was lucky, she'd get both knuckle bays bruised today.

[Batman]

It was by the stand where Courtney was crossing over, two uniformed police officers were examining the newspapers and casually talking to the vendor under the guise of tucking themselves under the umbrella to avoid the weather predicted rain, it hadn't hit just yet but it could happen at any point in Gotham City. Upon their radio a broadcast "Attention 10-80's, crime in progress at the Monarch Museum. Several suspects armed and dangerous, continue with caution." The salesmen would seem disturbed by the message and address the two officers. "That sounds bad, aren't you two going?" "We're not the only cops in the city. Besides, to get through traffic and then find a parking spot...There'll be nothing for us to do. We run training scenarios for this stuff, nothing our fellow officers can't handle. Don't worry."

Tim would be driving across miagani bridge, with the top down him and Steph could feel their hair blowing from the wind. The rust tainted bridge frame passed over their heads when sirens filled their ears. Tim immediately began determining what he did wrong as he began to pull off to the side, the police cars would zoom past him with enough force the two inside the cart would feel like they were shuffled in a deck of cards. The loud roar of interceptor engines prompted Tim to squint his eyes as they followed the police route. Tim looked at Steph and shrugged "I think duty calls." Tim seemed almost excited, though he sure wanted to go to the movies, he also didn't mind fighting crime again with Steph. He followed the police cars to the museum where the front of the large building was surrounded. There were alley ways, corners, sewers, and rooftops that weren't covered by the police. He parked the convertable around the corner from the police cars, away from the museum and then he flipped up the roof of the car before taking off his shoes and pants to put on his Red Robin outfit. He easily pulled over his chest piece and before long he was suited up and taking to the rooftops.

Inside the museum the egyptian exhibit had three men with glock pistols crowding around one man who was unarmed carrying a see through glass jar with black goo inside it. "This one." He commanded with a thick Brazilian accent, one of the men would smash a display with a sarcophagus and then the three men began to open it to expose a mummy inside. Opening the jar and presenting it near the mummy itself would cause the mummy to begin bleeding black ooze from its ribs.

It must've been sometime after Donna had fallen asleep that perhaps she felt a spark between her and someone else. He would tap her hand causing an electrical shock to hit both of them. "Oh, sorry luv'. Do you mind if we join you?" His accent was English and he seemed to have been harmless. He took a seat next to her without waiting for her response, he didn't seem to care. "Flying always gets me antsy, these days, you know? It's crowded up here. Never knowing if there's a bird, a plane, or a super-thing going to smack into the side of ya." *CLUCK* he made a popping sound with his teeth and tongue to describe his story. He seemed like an animated fellow and perhaps a business man with his long brown trench coat and white dress shirt, bummed neck tie with its loop around his neck wrung out with the top two buttons of his dress shirt undone exposing a bit of his chest and a white tank top underneath it. He had a few tattoos on his arms, his sleeves were rolled up only slightly up his forearms exposing just a slither of a half circle upon his arm. In his pocket he pulled out a deck of poker cards to begin shuffling them - perhaps he was a gambler, she might think and in a way he very much was. He finally offered his hand to her and smiled once more. "I'm John."

[Elaine]

Her eyes opened widely in the instant that she felt a spark. False alarm! She thought before she noticed the guy with the funny accent taking a seat next to her more or less politely. She motioned to the already occupied, by him, seat, as if allowing with a smile before she stretched out both arms and legs, the storm was getting crazier outside, the plane seemed fine and she was briefly distracted by a lightning before she looked at the guy.

“Yeah many people feel the same way, some get crazy scared and terrified, others don't care at all, other love to fly... some just get used to it and sometimes even miss it when they barely travel by plane, you know?” she replied after she was done stretching lazily, then crossed her legs over the knee, then she looked at him and offered a smile “Don’t worry, if a super-thing impacted against this plane, we’d be fucking dead before knowing it… well, depending on the super-thing I guess? Maybe we’d get lucky and enjoy a few minutes of terrified ear piercing screaming too” she grinned a bit, her expression was as if she knew super-things, but who wouldn’t with them appearing on the news day yes and the next day too, right?

“Nice to meet you John” she said as she shook his hand, yep, she had punched someone recently, she barely applied any force in the handshake, it did not look broken though, just a bit sore and red. “I’m DC, well, everyone calls me that, short for Donna Carol, funny thing is I hate both names, nickname too but you can use the one you like the most or just go for hey you” she said with a nod and a slight smile, as if it she was too used to it to care.

“Interesting tattoos by the way, where did you get them?” she asked with apparent curiosity, she had seen tattoos like those before, she was not sure where or on whom, but she knew that it had happened during her heroine years, where she got to meet and talk with way too many different heroes, meta-humans and other super-things, way too many to remember.

[Stargirl.]

"Attention 10-80's, crime in progress at the Monarch Museum. Several suspects armed and dangerous, continue with caution."

Courtney had to resist the urge to rub her palms together in glee. Armed? Dangerous? Oh, this was music to her ears. It took her no time at all to slip behind a vacant store-front and switch her persona to that of Stargirl; attired in the bold hues that consisted of blue bike shorts, a tight half-shirt lycra top with long sleeves, a pair of red gloves and her lace-up Doc Marten boots, finished off with a chunky Cosmic Converter Belt hanging off her hipbones and a little half mask barely hiding her youthfulness. One hand clasped her Cosmic Staff and she slid to settle on top of the object just before it took flight, sending her in the proper direction of the Monarch Museum.

Air rushed to press her long blonde tendrils away from her face as she zipped between skyscrapers and low-lying clouds alike, gaining momentum and height until a particular building had her gaze zeroing in, shifting her focused projection toward the roof. She found it more enjoyable to surprise her criminal friends from a lofted vantage point. It took little work to jimmy open the door that led to a dingy stairwell descending into the bowls of historic floor levels. Now... if she was a thieving thug, which exhibit would be her gold ticket? With her ears straining for telltale noises, Stargirl slipped further down the concrete steps, pausing to listen at each distinctively labelled landing.

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She liked the convertible, there was something of running the rooftops about the way the air rushed in on them, almost unconsciously she held onto her pony tail as the police interceptors rushed past. The visit to the cinema, she hesitated to call it a date, he didn’t even look for confirmation, she knew the look all too well, the movie was off, she was a little ashamed at the small bubble of disappointment that was growing in her chest. She watched his face, as he rushed after them careful enough to not draw attention to themselves but fast enough to keep up with the cops, his expression was one she knew well, harder perhaps, but then the last year or so had been hard on them both.

As the convertible juddered to a halt around the corner from the museum, she could see the flashing lights of the cop cars reflected on the walls around her, she was already reaching into her bag. “Be prepared… and carry a big bag” she quipped but he was already pulling off his shoes and pants, she watched him a moment. There was a time when he’d have turned his back, or hidden behind something, maybe even have turned as red as his costume if they’d had to suit up together she thought as she slipped off her own jeans. But then, it had been a different world, they had meant something else to each other then… or had wanted to. She turned away too pulling on the tight suit. Grateful that it slipped on so much easier than her homemade Spoiler suit.

Even so he was away before her, she stuffed her bag under the eat and listened to the beep to confirm the door was locked behind her, and then followed.

[Batman]

Within the museum the the leader of the group held the jar to extract the black ooze when he could feel it shudder through his body. The ooze would begin to bubble and Dark Soul would speak to his men. "<The Cosmic staff...It is here.>" The man spoke in portuguese, a language many in the area would not be familiar with. Dark Soul's vial of extracted ooze would be carried to's a statue within the large Egyptian hall where he would begin smearing it onto the shoe of a large Anubis guard and with a dark tongue that could only be described as demonic he spoke. "<Servant of darkness, flayer of souls rise and seek out the relic known as The Cosmic staff!>" The black ooze would begin growing and coloring the large 18 foot statue transforming its sandy rock body into a stone guardian, it reached its hand into a large stone pillar and smashed it open where his hand clutched onto a sheperd's staff with the top half curved like a coiling vine. The bottom half had the half of a fin upon the backside of the staff. The large creature stood up, it's canine like held nearly clashed with ceiling decorations but, any that got too close the large creature smashed it with his weapon.

Thunderous foot steps would begin stomping towards Stargirl as she wondered she would hear stone and marble breaking and crashing, if she was standing on the ground she would be able to feel the vibrations radiating from the floor and walls. The ceiling above her would shudder until finally the large Anubis guard revealed itself bearing ferocious teeth before swinging its staff aiming to strike Stargirl with a siphoning strike that would sap her energy and nullify the Cosmic staff's own power for a short time.


Outside the museum the police would shout "BOMB! Take cover!" Red Robin and Batgirl would be able to feel the tremors coming from the museum as well the loud smashing of objects inside the building. The ceiling beneath the duo would feel as though it were ready to collapse which prompted Robin to pull out his grappling hook and make sure it was prepared to fire before he saw through the ceiling roof a giant black stone anubis guard. "Oh! We're just dealing with a 3,000 year old statue risen to life. No biggy!" He was clearly sarcastic and nervous. "There's someone in there it's trying to kill..." Tim would stare for a moment and then immediately notice Stargirl! "That's Stargirl! I know her."


"Donna is not the worst name I've heard. It's quite...lovely." He said with charm to his words as though trying to sweet talk her. "The tattoo are from ancient Europe, scholars in the dark arts believed they were the key to sealing the the gates of Hell." John seemed to be giving her a history lesson, until his arrogance seemed to step in the way. "They were more right than they thought." He most likely believed in such spiritual symbolism and catholic faith. "I had me friend do them otherwise they'd be damn sloppy. Ever try getting a tattoo? Well add that on top of needing precision writing. The slightest mistake could fuck the whole thing up." Constantine's eyes looked over the young woman and then smiled. "So, I have two questions...Have you ever been to South America or Gotham?"

[Elaine]

She gave her best 100% not impressed expression to John, quite annoying for most people, in other words, alarm! Sweet talk not working! Abandon the ship! “I fucking hate it, both names and my last name, don’t bother, sooner or later I will change them all to something else” she said, ending with a roll of her eyes, bad subject and better to move on. “She listened though, what else could she do after all? Then she shook her head Not really, I always thought it was kinda dumb to get anything permanent, ‘cause you’re gonna be old one day and it’ll look ridiculous, well you know, older, but I can appreciate tattoos on other people, that’s cool” yep, she had just called him old and without any shame at all.

Eventually she shook her head again “well, not exactly, like, sure passed by, but I didn’t leave the airport or the hotel, just got to go on the next plane you know, but why the question?” she asked him, a little lost on why were they talking about those two places, one much larger than the other too, and vague.

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As Stephanie landed, touching down one hand for stability as the low rumble shook the roof underneath them. It was a worrying feeling that one heard and felt at the same time, that seeped into your body and you could feel it in your lungs and your heart. She peered past him at the great stone Jackal beneath them, what kind of power had the ability to animate stone?

Then suddenly Tim was more animated himself, his voice turning louder, higher… nerves or excitement? It wasn’t like him to show nerves at a time like this, he’d learned stoicism from King Stolid himself, she leaned further over the edge, a weather eye out for Tim’s swinging grapple. ‘Startgirl!’ his voice shrill and excited, like a schoolboy, and there she was, lithe, blonde, bright, belly bearing, confident. In many ways much like Stephanie had been at that age, when she and Tim had met, when things had been… different … only with a style, a confidence Stephanie had never owned. She glanced up at him again, as she reached for her own grapple. –e-

[Stargirl.]

Okay. If the cheery young heroine spit out a few choice swear words when a nearly twenty foot reanimated and demonic statue dropped in on her while she was still making her way down a back stairwell to locate the villains, it couldn't be held against Stargirl. There hadn't been enough time, not because she hadn't felt the small earthquake announcing its incoming presence, but she had been prepared for a different sort of battle. Not able to see a way to avoid the incoming strike to her and her staff, she twisted so the brunt of the blow wouldn't crack any necessary bones structures. Like her face, she really liked her face. Hey, you could only be a teenager once!

With the force of the swing, she used it as a propellant to send herself through the doorway the was at her right, leading into one of the numerous floors and their wide open exhibits. It would be much easier to square off against the stony Goliath if she had room to evaluate. It was after a few tucking rolls that put some distance between them, her Cosmic Staff still gripped tightly between one dainty fist, that she noted her own lack of characteristic buoyancy. That MoFo. "Did you really have to steal my energy along with my favorite accessory's? She huffed out through her scowling lips, inching to a defensive stance as she kept her sky blue gaze locked on her current adversary. "You're lucky that you didn't hit my face or I'd go full pull-off-the-earrings-and-pull-your-hair tactic on your ass." It surely took a more wise person to know that, even if the creature could hardly be called 'alive'... perhaps insults were not the best means to an end. Not that she cared, it was her favorite sort of communication with the likes of him. And in this particular instance... words meant stalling for time that she needed to replenish her sapped vigor. 

[Batman]

The Anubis guard followed Stargirl as it seemed to swing and force her into a series of rolls like a golf club hitting a ball, its eyes would glow a verdant flash as its staff swung again that if it struck Stargirl again it would siphon more of her staff's energy. If the swing missed it would detonate an emerald explosion that ignored all objects surrounding the explosion dealing no physical damage, but it would actually hurt any organic beings; to avoid the person would have to duck behind large enough objects to protect their body. The Anubis guard would continue his assault with an additional strike aiming to smash debris to hit Stargirl with multiple marble blocks from the walls and pillars.

The glass ceiling would break and from behind the Anubis guard Red Robin would swing down with his grappling hook tucking his legs together with an acrobatic swing preparing to kick and knock over the guardian by hitting its shoulder, if Batgirl joined it him the maneuver of attacking the statue's right shoulder it would perhaps aid in knocking the avatar down. Regardless if Tim and Steph worked together, the beast wouldn't be fazed as their strength was battling against a stone figure and felt more solid than a wall. "New plan!" Robin would shout out to Batgirl as he retracted his grappling hook quickly and his legs kicked off the guardian to back flip and swan dive towards the ground, it was during this back flip he attached a snapflash to the statue's shoulder and then launched his grappling hook to prevent his crashing into the ground from 20 feet in the air. He swung down and landed behind a pillar for cover and holstered his grappling hook on his left side, exactly where Batman trained him to be a quick draw. He would shout out to Stargirl. "Stargirl, you have an odd way of making friends!"

John would raise both of his eyebrows at her insinuation that he was old. "Maybe you're right, but in my line of work...Age is just a number in telling how big bad you are." Once more he was cryptic, not that she would understand fighting a 15 billion year old war. He reached into his coat and pulled out a peacock feather and presented it to her, for one it would look pretty fake given it was about as long as his hand and not huge; it fit in the coat of his jacket. "Do me a favor and watch his. I have to battle some demons..." He stood up removing his seat belt. "Which way is the restroom?" He would begin walking off never answering his question about Gotham or South America, simply left her with the peacock feather. The eye of the feather would glow shinning as if it were made of metal, but felt like actual feather. Within the eye it would begin to change and she would be able to see a fight taking place between three masked heroes and a large Anubis statue. No one else would be able to see the image, just her seeing three teenagers struggling against a colossal.

[Elaine]

“Dude please, I’m always right, well, like, most of the time, or half of the times” she smiled a bit without looking at him, then she flipped her hair. He wanted to be cryptic, welp! That was ok, she had befriended more annoying people. “um, sure no problem, I have watched worse things I guess” she said as she held the feather between two fingers. Her expression was pretty funny, confusion and silliness altogether, half a smile eyebrows raised. She did however laugh when he asked for the restroom “dude, if you call it 'battle some demons' that means that you reaaally need to eat a lot more fiber” she said to him before pointing right ahead “And then to the right” she said with a smile, shaking her head “have a good one, and don’t forget to wash your hands please” she teased, mean playful woman was mean.

When he was gone she did not pay much attention to the feather, she was distracted with the window and her obsession with flying. It was only after a bit that a glint from the feather caught her attention and she placed it in front of her face, observing that it indeed showed three teenagers fighting some kind of living statue. She blinked twice, uncrossed her legs and stood up, walking towards the restroom with a 100% funny-puzzled expression. There she knocked the door three times. “Dude, you there? Did you know that this thing is like a tv? And that it’s showing how three teens are getting battered by a statue? Because that's not how you fight a big target at all? Because you go for the legs first?” She went on and on, it would probably make things more complicated for him.

[Stargirl.]

"Stargirl, you have an odd way of making friends!"

Despite her need to flip about and having ducked behind a large partition wall that displayed some ancient artwork to avoid another jarring blow like the one she had already taken, also nimbly avoiding most of the solid projectiles created by the stoic guard as he rampaged closer to where she was dodging, a short and bright laugh parted her mouth so her grin was bared and wide. "Yeah, I think this one likes me. His flirting technique is archaic at best, though!" She shot another rakish grin in the direction of the recognizable Red Robin and the female she didn't yet have a name for, pushing up a hand to give a rather jaunty wave amidst this overall odd situation. "Yo, I'm Stargirl! Otherwise known as trouble extraordinaire. Who're you?" Her disposition was a friendly one as she introduced herself to the suited up femme, sparing her a long glance before shifting her attention back to the attacking Egyptian being. 

Feeling as if she had overstayed her welcome behind her small cover, she darted toward a trio of pillars and slipped behind the center column. "King Tut over there wants to jack my style and he's not asking very nicely." From the gathered assumptions she had to quickly surmise, she waved her slightly weakened staff in the direction of the two newcomers. "Or at least, he's feeling drawn toward it and unfortunately that means he's feeling drawn toward me." She poked her tanned face, framed by breezily tossed sunny blonde strands, out from behind her protection and pouted at the Anubis male. It went without saying that she liked her suitors to be about twelve feet shorter and much more alive.