Robin sped across dark city streets onboard his motorcycle, the Redbird. It was a state of the art piece of equipment, and with its enhanced technology (as well as the fact it was off at the time of the power loss), it remained unaffected and fully operational. Robin knew he'd need such a vehicle in order to have any affect on the city's safety.

His eyes narrowed as he caught a glimpse of something up ahead.

More looters . . . they're everywhere. It's disgusting how many people would take advantage of a situation like this.

He sped up to the storefront being attacked and cut the bike hard, skidding to a stop. He removed his helmet and slowly walked towards the group of men responsible for the crime.

"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said with in a straight tone, "but I think there are better things you could be doing right now. Put those items down and put your hands up."

"An' what if we's don't?" one man asked, holding a crow bar in his hands.

"Then you'll force me to do things the hard way." Robin gritted his teeth slightly as he clenched his metal bo-staff. Upon applying the right pressure, the small stick extended into its full six feet length.

The man with the crowbar yelled, "Get him!"

The fight was truly over before it even began. A kick here, a punch there, a swing of the staff now and then and the five crooks were down and out. Only problem is, the police already have their hands full. I guess these low-lifes might get lucky . . . but they at least get a beating for their trouble.

Robin quickly remounted his bike and headed off. There was bound to be worse crime running rampant.

Mom's gonna kill me if her car gets stolen or beat up or anything . . . but then again, it's her own fault for lending it to me. Hopefully it'll be safe where I parked it. And now I'm off, in my debut as the Spoiler!

I think I look ridiculous. All the purple and black . . . it's just not . . . me. But at least with the mask no one can recognize me. But maybe this wasn't such a good idea. Sure, in order to protect my Arrowette identity, I can't use a bow and arrow . . . but is now really the best time to try something new? Guess I'll find out . . .

A pair of gunshots rippled across the night air.

"Eh?" Cissie jerked her head towards the sound and ran out of the alley she was just standing in. Her keener-than-the-average-person's eyes quickly asserted themselves to the situation. A police officer had just been shot twice, and a man with a gun was running away.

Oh, no . . .

Cissie was off. She began chasing after the assailant, who had begun climbing a fire escape towards a building's roof. All the buildings in this part of Manhattan are so close together . . . he's gonna be able to leap from roof to roof . . . well, let's just hope I'm as agile as I like to pretend.

She followed with a speed she didn't they she had in herself. But by the time she was on the roof, the assailant was already on the next building. He's fast . . . but I've got to be faster . . . I've got to take this guy down and then help that policeman!

With expert ease, she leapt over the gap between buildings. "Stop!"

The man with the gun threw a glance over his shoulder. His eyes went wide at the sight of the masked vigilante chasing him. He fired to stray bullets before leaping over to another building.

"%^@$!" she yelled ducking and rolling. "They missed . . . thank God . . . "

She continued her hunt onto another building. But as soon as she landed, she couldn't spot the shooter anywhere. But if I can't see him . . . that means he's hiding. Which means I'm a standing duck!

She leapt to one side, just in time, as another pair of shots rang off. Acting on instinct, she leapt over a large vent. She landed quickly, spotting the shooter making a break towards the next building. Cissie quickly fumbled with the tool belt that came with the Spoiler costume and pulled out a strange gun. She squinted her eyes and fired.

The gun fired a grappling hook attached to a long rope. Her eyesight was her super power, and she had an easy time capturing the man from the back of his hoodie. She swiftly ran over to him and kicked the gun from his hands.

"You've already caused enough trouble for one night."

"He sure did."

"Eh?" Cissie turned around, in a fighting stance. "Robin?!"

"I guess my reputation proceeds me," he answered.

"Wh . . . what are you doing here?" I'm so caught . . .

"I heard the gun shots and followed," Robin answered plainly. "I wasn't sure of the situation . . . but I see it's under control."

"I need your help," Cissie said. "We've gotta take this guy in . . . but he shot a cop . . . we need to get him to a hospital."

"Sounds like a plan," Robin said, tying up the shooter with leftover rope. "I don't believe we've been introduced, though."

"What?" Cissie asked. Omigod! I forgot! I'm now Arrowette, I'm . . . "The Spoiler."

"Have we met before?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, uh, no . . . of course not," Cissie answered, suddenly remembering to mask her voice. "But we've got more important things to attend to!"

"Lead the way."

"If you can keep up," she replied, secretly smiling under her mask. She made a bolt for it, leaping across the building. Robin, despite the added weight of the shooter, followed close behind. The two eventually made it back to where the officer lay.

"He's got a pulse . . . but it's weak," Robin said after checking vitals. "Gun shot to the left leg and abdomen."

"Let's take his car," Spoiler said. "I'm assuming it works, because it doesn't look like it's been here long."

"I'll follow on my bike," Robin said, pointing. "Lead the way again."

I can't believe I ran into Robin! This city's so friggin' huge, and I had to run into the one person who might see through my disguise . . . I just have to keep the mask on, change my voice a little, and play it cool . . .

Robin carried the officer into the entrance of the ER, followed by Spoiler.

"Hey," she said, "This officer needs some . . . help?"

The place was a disaster area. Battery powered lights and back-up generators were the only things keeping the building running. And it was completely overrun with chaos.

"My God . . . " Robin's jaw dropped. "It's far worse than I thought . . . "

"There's got to be someway to . . . h-help . . . " Cissie's head jerked towards the door. "Jeez . . . did it just get really cold in here?"

It had. A wall of ice had appeared over the main entrance, and scattered out to cover the windows.

"What in the world?" Robin pondered.

"Help!" someone yelled who had just made it through the door. "There's some psychopath out there . . . he's like, some walking icicle . . . he's trying to kill us!"

Robin and Spoiler exchanged a quick glance. He gave the policeman to a nurse and ran towards the door. "It's a few feet of solid ice . . . "

Cissie reached behind her purple cape/hood and pulled out a katana blade. "Maybe this will help?"

Oh God I've never used a sword before . . . if I look like a fool, he'll know something's up . . . here goes . . . !

Spoiler began slicing away, quickly cutting through the ice and breaking it into smaller, manageable pieces.

"Not bad," Robin nodded. He pulled out a robinwing and threw it into the cracked ice. A few seconds later it let off a miniature explosion, shattering the rest of the ice.

"Not bad yourself," she answered. The two charged out the door just in time to have several ice spears hurled at them. "Huh?"

A strange man, made of ice, stood upon a column of ice in front of the hospital, looking down at the two.

"What the heck is this?" Spoiler asked.

"This is an assault," the ice man replied. "'Name's Ice Master. An' all the people in that hospital are as good as dead!"

"What kind of a sick man preys on the weak and dying?" Robin asked.

"My kind!" the villain grinned. He leapt from his column and began riding an ice slide around.

"This we don't have time for," Robin said as he did a backflip over another oncoming ice spear.

"We?" Spoiler asked, ducking an attack and cutting down another.

"Sorry if I'm assuming too much," Robin said, flinging a robinwing. "I just thought, that with the city in such a bad way, you might need some help."

"Or maybe you might need some help?" she asked slyly, swinging at the ice slide with her katana. "I can handle myself just fine."

"Whatever you say," Robin replied, leaping in the air and kicking the Ice Master in his head.

A smoke bomb flung from Spoiler's hand and exploded on the Ice Master. "See."

"I do," Robin replied. He and the Spoiler both came to a stop mere inches from each other. "I think he's unconscious."

Cissie took a moment before gazing towards the Ice Master. "Just goes to show you . . . psychopaths aren't successful fighters."

The two looked back at each other.

What is it about her . . . ?

"They might," he answered. "But I don't think there's really anything we can offer them . . . we'd probably just get in the way."

"Oh . . . yeah."

"But if you are interested in lending a hand . . . I sure could use one."

The Boy Wonder extended his arm.

Cissie blushed underneath her mask. She took his in hers. "Sure . . . why not."

The two seated themselves on the Redbird. Robin handed her his helmet. "All set?"

"Yup."

Robin grinned. "Hold on tight . . . "

Queens.

Cassie Sandsmark held herself tighter in a ball. She had been crying.

The Radiation . . . it . . . did something . . . I . . . I . . . ARGH!

Though there was no power in the house, the basement was no longer dark. Her body glowed brightly, a sparkling blue energy. Her eyes poured red energy out from behind her glasses. On her chest shined her Wonder Girl symbol in the same red.

"Wh . . . what is . . . what's happening to me?!?"