Marshal BraveStarr

"So, are you coming?" Deadshot asked when Roland still hadn't answered.

"I'll be there in a bit," Roland said. "I'm curious too. Just how good is this guy?"

"Okay, I'll have the plane stay here and wait," Deadshot said. "Our opponent can use magic. I'm honestly worried we'll crash out of nowhere."

"Be careful. I'll be there soon." Roland hung up. "Jason, those guys ran into trouble in the Arctic. Come with me!"

"Okay." Jason ran over. "But if we make Zeus fly all the way to the Arctic, he'll go on strike."

"We'll borrow Batman's Batwing," Roland said. "His is fast."

"Oh." Jason nodded. "Just the two of us?"

"Miriel doesn't like moving around, and Ben needs to keep an eye on Lady Shiva so she doesn't lure Cassie away. Besides, I really don't dare get on another plane with him. Jeanne d'Arc has to handle the Church's daily affairs—and our opponent this time seems to be a Shakespeare fan. I'm worried Jeanne d'Arc will lose her cool."

"What does Shakespeare have to do with Jeanne d'Arc?" Jason asked in confusion.

"In Shakespeare's play Henry VI, Part 1, Jeanne d'Arc is portrayed as a promiscuous woman who uses witchcraft," Roland explained. "Didn't they cover that in your literature classes?"

"No, they really didn't." Jason shook his head. "Let's go, then."

The two rode their motorcycles to Wayne Manor and found Bruce lounging at home.

"God, married life has really made you let yourself go," Roland remarked, looking at the cookie crumbs and cream on Bruce's clothes.

"My wife and my dad don't mind. What are you worrying about?" Bruce kept stuffing snacks into his mouth. "So, what do you need?"

"...Nothing major. I just wanted to borrow your Batwing." Roland explained what had happened to Deadshot in the Arctic.