Staking Out

Under the moonlight, a string of dark figures landed on one side of the road. This suburban road was, to put it plainly, more like a long, narrow mud pit.

There were no signs of vehicles, but countless footprints could be seen.

"Whoosh."

A figure wreathed in golden lightning stopped beside several dark figures and struck a hard-braking pose, but he was clearly unsteady on his feet. He slid a long way, like someone ice-skating.

A pale-skinned girl with black tattoos on her face reached out, grabbed him by the neck, pulled him out of the mud, and held him up in front of her.

Wally wiped the muddy water from his face. His yellow uniform was extremely conspicuous. "Damian, you were right. This is the actual crime scene."

The chubby Billy Wu grinned like Maitreya Buddha. He was the tallest member of the team, standing head and shoulders above the others at around 160 centimeters. Of course, his 160-centimeter waistline was equally outstanding:

"We all moved without making a sound, but you're different. You run with electricity and wind, so you're too out of place."

Wally pulled out his phone and took a selfie first. Crush leaned over beside him and made a ROCK gesture, sticking out her tongue as far as it would go. The whole image looked bizarre.

"Do you think I wanted to make that much noise? Bro, that's just how the Speed Force works." Wally put away his phone. There was no internet or signal right now, and it would be some time before Gotham's communications were restored.

Billy seemed not to have heard him at all. He pulled a large bottle of soda from the backpack behind him, took a huge gulp, and burped contentedly.

"Luckily, our base has excellent defenses, so the flood