"Yeah, you're right. It really is dangerous." Roland nodded and released his Conqueror's Haki. A ring of dark red ripples swept outward.
Frances's eyes widened, cold sweat pouring off her body. Her pupils gradually lost focus, her eyes rolled back, and she toppled straight backward.
"—Frances!" Wally cried out in alarm, catching her before she fell.
"Come on. Let's find Batman and get her checked out." Roland opened a portal and took them to Gotham.
The Batcave.
"Her powers went out of control? That's fairly rare," Batman said. "Magnetism manipulation. Fascinating."
"What's even more fascinating is that you have a plastic prison ready here, without a single piece of metal. Were you planning to lock Magneto up in it?" Roland asked, dumbfounded.
"Better safe than sorry. And look, it's coming in handy." Batman shrugged. "Besides, this isn't a prison. It's a laboratory."
"—It sure doesn't look like one. Why would a lab have handcuffs and shackles? I'd sooner believe this was a secret dungeon where you used to play games with your girlfriends."
"That's somewhere else." Batman shrugged.
"Wait, so you really do have a secret dungeon?" Roland froze, though it wasn't all that surprising when he thought about it. This guy must have tried everything back in his wild days. "All right, then."
"Could we focus on Frances's problem first?" Wally reminded them.
"Yes. I'll examine her first, then we can decide what to do." Batman took out a device and scanned Frances's body.
A little while later, various readings appeared on the device.
"What's wrong with her?" Wally asked at once.
"She's severely anemic, and the brain scan shows much higher magnetic readings than an ordinary person's," Batman said, studying the device. "Nothing else seems to be wrong."
"But she lost control!"
"Something might simply have been controlling