Log file from Zero Hour.

It was all so clear. What it is that he had to do. He has a purpose here, and his will shall be accomplished. Blood will run.

Some of you may have encountered him already, but then most of you gathered here today have not. He is a man known as Brother Blood II, or Blood Brother, a man who claims to be the sibling to the original madman of that name. The Titans clashed witht his second Blood a few years ago the man apparently killing himself in the final conflict... but he has returned, deadlier than ever, and with one goal in mind; to destroy the Titans. He hasn't been successful so far, but then, it's something he's working on.

And today's target of choice is none other than Superboy. The Kid may not be a Titan right now but he once once, and that is good enough for Brother Blood. Dressed in a crimson costume that covers his whole body, the only sign that it is him is the gaping hole in his chest. Where his heart should be.

See, before making his attack he apepared before Jesse Quick, just briefly, to taunt her. He wnats to have fun in this. And meaning to lure her along, Blood raced to the spot where he knew Superboy would be roughly, the Kid flying over the US. Because then just appearing to the Kid, Kon would receive a welcoming blow, that baring the strength of Starfire and Wonder Girl, sending the Kid hurdling towards the Gotham waterfront area.

That's going to leave a mark. Literally. With a loud crash, one of the piers explodes under the force of Superboy crashing into and through it. When he hits the water, the nearly unconscious Kid of Steel suddenly wakes up as the chill revitalizes him. As one of his eyes opens, he reaches up to grab his other, already swollen left eye. "Ow," he glubs under the water before rocketing to the surface.

As he comes out of the water, pieces of the pier fall down around and atop him, bouncing off harmlessly. "All right... Where's the train and how fast was it going?" Hovering, now, above the water, Superboy looks to where he thinks he got thrown from, removing his hand from his face to reveal, bumbumbum, a black eye. A semi-covered black eye as the mess of wet, black hair hangs down over his face. "Oh someone is going to die."

This was not the day to taunt Jesse Chambers. SHe's been looking for an opportunity to pummel the bejeezus out of something after yesterday's fray. The formula was out of her mouth and she was there rocketing after Blood Brother. She saw the hit connect to Superboy and then there's Blood.

She goes as fast as she can not stopping herself at all and throws herself missle like legs first at Blood, aiming for his legs, "Hey... remember me.." Her voice is there... just sounding a bit like she's got a bad sore throat. He's hit one of the boys that lived under the Speedster roof, well now he can take some of the fury she's feeling from what's going on with that.

A long figure rises against the night eight stories above its all. Connor Hawke, the Emerald Archer, stands atop one of the gray warehouses one foot upon the raised ledge, knee bent, his other stretched out behind him as he bends forward, peering down into the streets of the Gotham waterfront below. Narrows eyes were keeping a close vigil upon the going-ons in this seedy part of town, that is, until Brother Blood made his appearance.

The Archer stiffens slightly at the sudden disturbance below his astute gaze watching the outbreak with a grim expression upon his features. A faint sigh, inaudible, as he pulls his form straight and removes his foot from the ledge. With a quiet movement he reaches to his rear, pulling the hood of his brown cloak over his blond hair and then freeing the bow which was strapped onto the back of the quivers. Moving then, he paces along the perimeter of the warehouses' roof watching the melee as to his rear the brown cloak whips fiercely from the breeze that blows in from the sea.

Brown boots suddenly halt their movement as the brown and green figure pauses at the roof's corner. Lips purse, eyes narrow, and his right hand goes behind his back a green feathered shaft pulled from within the leather quiver only to be placed upon the bow's string. His foot goes to the ledge again, leg playing back, as he leans forward over his knee and raises the bow, pulling the string backwards with a gentle creak of wood and sighting over the shaft he tracks the interlopers movements for several seconds, waiting for this one to move by so a clear shot can be made at the rear of his knee where the flesh is typically soft and the tendon does not have the protection of the knee-cap. Moments are taken, and then green gloved fingers go apart, the bow twangs softly and an emerald shaft streaks through the night towards Brother Blood below.

"Been there, done that," Blood Brother replies to Superboy as he decends lower floating on the air. See, Blood is different than his 'brother', as the previous gained power by the faith of his followers this one gains the powers of those he defeats, those he samples the blood from. And this evening he has come for Superboy's. So the crimson figure hovers into place facing off against the younf opponent, his mask veiling his face but doing nothign to disquise the sneer that is there. "Prepare to bleed, little boy..."

But before he can further threaten the Metropolis Kid, he turns to loow up at the approaching Jesse Quick. He gets some sort of satisfaction out of making the blonde woman inferior to him. Perhaps it's a twisted kind of crush? "I shall deal with you in a moment." he raises a ahnd and twirls it, at Flash-like speeds meaning to blow Quick away with a miniture tornado. "But I shall deal with you, just like I shall deal with you a-.... ARGH!"

Suddenly he stops a hand going down to his knee which is now home to an emerald arrow. His hands clutch there his own blood flowing from around the wound between his fingers. Blood just raises his head leveling his gaze at the Emerald Archer. Ironic as he was going to be looking for Connor Hawke as well.

Jesse Quick yells as she gets caught in the twister. But then just as quickly as she's caught its gone. Her eyes spy the arrow and she grins. So chuckles can be hurt other than just with strange chemicals. She raises a fist much like Blood had done, and retaliates with her own spinning whirl wind, "You so wish..." No she's not as fast as Wally, but she has all his tricks and then some. 

High above Blood... she circles him directing the whirlwind she controls trying to subdue the villian while he's in pain.

Connor leans backwards an instant after the release lowering his bow and coming to look at the angered Blood from beneath the shadow of his drawn hood. A solemn expression then, no taunts, no jeers, green eyes locking to Blood's gaze. He lets the costumed man look upon him just long enough to realize where the shaft came from, his jaw tightens and there is a subtle movement as Connor Hawke prepares to take flight.

His right foot joins his left upon the ledge and he twists then taking two strikes to the ledge and then leaping off the edge of the building. He soars, across the chasm below, throwing his weight and literally cart wheeling feet over head in mid-air. At the peak of his ascent he twists and kicks backwards, falling so that he hits the ground in a backwards roll coming to his feet instantly, another shaft clutched between his fingers. Breaking into an Olympic pace his strides come long and fast, torso twisting from the waist up and hands moving to mount the arrow upon the string. Halfway across this next building he raises the bow, taking aim, as best he can, for the side of Blood's throat. It takes little more than a second to mount and aim, another shaft whizzing through the air upon release. Connor then turns, pace intensifying, as he races for the edge of this building, brown cloak whipping straight out at his rear.

Superboy looks up to Blood, a smirk coming to his lips. "Greater men have tried to make me bleed." Turning his neck, there is a soft popping sound as he gets ready to take this guy to the cleaners. "Be the beating. Feel the beating. Administer the beating." Just before he takes off toward Blood, the Kid is caught up in the wind meant for Jesse and pushed back a moment.

"This is not cool! Not cool." Lowering his head when the wind pushed, he pushes against the wind, inching slowly past until, whoops, it's cut off and the Kid goes flying past Blood, as Jesse's own windstorm pushes him off target. He'll be back in a moment, once he gets stopped and turned around.

Now the kid gloves are off.

The gust of wind from above comes quick enough to catch Blood offguard, the gale whipping about him before it drives him downward. He resists, but lacks the positioning to not be affected by it and thus he is shoved by that current into the waters below. There is an eruption of the spray as he goes down beneath that murky surface, decending into the shallow depth of chemical wash that serves as Gotham waters. Before he raises to the surface there is a pool of blood that bubbles to the surface, and it is from the center of this scarlet liquid that Blood reapepars. As he acends one more you can see the second arrow embedded in his, this one in his shoulder; a true credit to Connor's ability, as though he missed the neck, and even with the minituire tornado, he was able to hit his mark.

Raising his hand, a massive wave of gravitational energy will ripple around Jesse Quick, the effect looking much like heat waves rising off pavement, as the 'force' is to push her up. Superboy who is turning back to the fray, will find himself lend pseed suddenly great doses of it, to hopefully disorient the Kid. And with but a thought crimson-red energy takes life in the form of a 'fisherman' next to Blood, one who casts a red net at Connor Hawke the energy akin to that of Green Lantern.

"I will not be defeated! I have forseen your doom, your destruction! By my hands, BY MY HANDS!" With that he raises up himself, his own lifeforce flowing freely from his wounds weakening him rapidly.

Gravity. She can't control what's happening to her now.. suddenly the blond finds hself whisking high upwards unable to direct herself as she keeps going higher, her whirlwind broken and fading into the wind as she finds that even if she stops herself from flying she can't fall. This doesn't work. She's in some real trouble here.
That was Jesse of course.

The Emerald Archer continues his breakneck pace towards the edge of the building the footfalls of his brown boots upon the pavement almost silent despite his remarkable foot-speed. A look is thrown over his shoulder able to assess only part of things due to the hood which partially obscures such an over the shoulder look. The raising of hands is, in this world, generally a tell-tale sign of bad things to come. He continues for the roof's edge, putting more distance between himself and blood, feet hitting the edge and legs pushing off sending him high into the air. He twists in my air, the sound of the wooden shaft clanking against the others unheard as another arrow is drawn.

Reaching the apex of his jump, body spun so that blood is faced, he knocks the arrow between his index and middle fingers upon the string and draws it backwards with the sound of strained wood. A problem arises, as he goes to take aim, the crimson webbing hurtling towards him. Unable to dodge while in mid air he hastily raises the knocked bow and takes aim, jaw squaring and eyes sliding half-closed, at the largest target on Blood, his body, sending an arrow through the open spaces of the hurtling net and towards Blood's body. The net hits him solidly then, throwing his jump off blance and pushing him backwards as its strands consume his body. With the preciseness of his leap altered he lacks the momentum to make it to the next building without so much as a scream Connor drops while seemingly fettered, disappearing from view as he moves towards the alleys below.

As Superboy gets turned back toward toward the fray, he's suddenly spinning much faster than he was before. "I'm gonna be sick!" he calls out after the fifth time around when he finally stops. Blinking a few times to try to make the world stop spinning, Kon narrows his eyes at Blood and then he's off like a shot, a very fast shot. Faster than he had expected to be going, straight for the middle Brother. Yes, he's seeing three, but the closer he gets to the group, the seem to come together into one.

.o(Think, Kon... What would Brian Boitano do?)o. the Kid thinks as he heads toward the man, though he never gets a chance to actually figure it out before he's there, since he's moving faster than he normally does.

Fortunately, for Jesse, and Connor as well no doubt, Blood becomes distracted once more, once again by pain. The Emerald Archer's third arrow finds it's mark, this time just knicking the tormentor, but it is enough to break Blood's concentration. Thus, the anti-gravitational field about Jesse breaks freeing her and the scarlet 'fisherman' also blinks out of existance. Fortunately for Blood, this means Kon's speed is also returned to normal the slowing good enough to allow the stunned villain to catch the Kid, the object of his intentions for having come here this evening. Blood is rapidly losing his strength and will have to get away form here as he will not allow himself to be defeated, not now, not even. But before he goes he has something he needs to do.

So with Superboy so close, he'll tear away the bottom half of his mask as he lunges forward, meaning to bite Kon on the shoulder.

Oh hey free... oh damn.. falling. Jesse falling. "3X2(9YZ)4A!" The speedforce has her again and she is off. The blond is a blur of gold and red rushing downwards towards Superboy and Blood. She swings out striking towards Blood, hoping that she'll get there first and really ruin his plan. Keep in mind this isn't her best idea, but still. She's pissed and Blood is perhaps the best target for her anger these days.

Within the alleyway to which Connor plummeted those with super hearing would pick up no crunch. Silence reigns from that direction, the Emerald Archer unseen for the span of several seconds after his disappearance. This is short lived however, a green and brown form bursting from the alleyway, and moving down the street, bow clutched tightly in his right hand as his green-eyed gaze twists to Blood who looms three buildings down.

He moves past one, and then angles for the edge of the sidewalk, left foot going to the hood of a parked car and then left to the windshield. He scales the incline in short order, the brown sedan rocking slightly as he moves across its roof, and down its back, the Archer's solemn focused wholly upon Blood as if the movements over the car were that natural. Stepping onto the trunk of said car, eyes narrow further, and a hand reaches again for the quiver upon his back. He leaps, flipping once, and landing with a thud upon the car parked behind it. A roll then, over the car's hood, body lengthening so that his right leg is stretched along the windshield's incline and bottom of his left foot to sit upon where the top of the windshield meets the roof.

Were he a normal person, and not so flexible, this position would have pulled most every muscle in his lower body. Connor Hawke is that flexible, the shaft which he drew earlier is twirled between his fingers and mounted upon the bow which is then raised arrow drawn backwards upon the string with a creak. The point is swiveled towards Blood, the tearing of the mask gives Connor a target, sighting along the arrow he finds the side of Blood's stretched cheek, as Blood's mouth opens, and releases with a twang, the shaft streaking to gouge an entrance hole in Blood's one cheek, and an exit hole in the other.

This is *NOT* what Brian Boitano would do!! This isn't even what Brian the Homeless Guy would do. However, since Superboy has his tactile telekinesis, Kon decides to let Brother Blood bite him, thinking he can just give him a good punch to the head and end this once he breaks his teeth on the Kid's invulnerable bod. Imagine his surprise when those fangs dig into his shoulder and do, indeed draw blood. Now imagine his cry of pain, though he does manage to get one hand up, batting at the man's face. "Get it off! Get it off! Get it off!" Geeze... Doesn't archer boy down there have an arrow... Oh! Here it is. It's whacking Kon in the face. This never happens to Superman...

It all happens so fast, all happening at once... the teeth sink into Superboy's shoulder, yes, drawing that desired blood, just getting a taste... and then the arrow pieces his cheek. The pain causes Blood to pull back, howling in frustration as he has been pinned for the fourth time. But that scream is cut short as there is the delivering of a high-speed pissed off slugging. Once more Blood is sent hurdling down into the black depths of the Gotham River's bay. The water sloches, a frothy mix of blood skimming over the surafce of the rippling wake where Blood sunk to. And silence. Then the water's cover is broken once more... by a single green arrow floating to the surface. 

That hand that had been clamped over Kon's black eye quickly moves to cover his shoulder as he looks between it and the fallen Blood alternatively. "Jeeze, Jesse... You killed him," he says softly, looking down at the water and the blood. "I just wanted you to knock him off..." Lowering himself toward the water, the Kid arches a brow moving his head a bit to try to look deeper. "So, which of us is going in there to rescue that guy, anyway?"

Connor pushes onto his left foot, rising, and allowing the sole of his brown boots to slide down the windshield and join his other leg in a standing position upon the hood. He spins, as blood is sent hurtling by, instinctively drawing another arrow and placing it upon the bow, masked gaze narrowing sharply as the enemy sinks below the surface. The string is tugged idly, though the bow is kept low and unthreatening as he stands atop the hood, waiting for his prey to break the surface. Blood doesn't then, not immediately, the Archer's own arrow breaking the surface of the water in his stead.

Lips purse, and then scowl, two steps taken and then a quiet leap, Connor going to stand upon the pavement then his bow still tightly clutched, the string drawn and arrow held in place by two fingers. There is slight hesitation, the archer turning to regard the other two in a questioning manner. His gaze tightens a touch, jaw clenching in a serious manner at Kon-El's question. "He's probably to heavy for me." The masked archer notes logically from beneath his drawn hood, relaxing the pull of the bow's string slightly.

Jesse Quick doesn't even look to see if Blood's gone for sure. She just turns to the Boy of Steel, "Are you alright? How bad is it?" Other questions follow but they are bassicaly the same. She stands there staring at the water, "Kon.. he's not dead..." She's sure of that. "He's got the powers of all the original titans and some others and now he's tasted you...so you've been added to his mix..." The blond girl hugs herself, "He wants to destroy all the titans and is made out of coagulated blood." She doesn't know what to do, but she knows a body won't be found. Her hand touches her brow wearily, the blond shakes a bit, things aren't near over yet.

"Ye.. I am... Yes.. Jesse! I'm fine," Kon blurts out in response to the continued questions about his health. At least, he says he's okay, but there is that eye and the fact that the bite got through. But he's not the doctor, or the scientist here, so he doesn't know how to explain it. "Well, I could use a little gel, and I think that the funk from Gotham Harbour is never going to get out of my jacket..." With a sniffing, he looks at the water ago. "Coagulated blood, eh? Sounds like a real hoot at parties. Or a Red Cross convention. Where do you guys find these people? Villains Anonymous? Or a garage sale?" Shaking his head, he takes his hand away from his cut shoulder. "Give me Metallo any day..."

The feathered arrow is pulled from the bow and slid back into the quiver from which it came. Regarding the other two for a moment he nods, sliding the bow back beneath his cloak as well, and then approaches looking beyond them and towards the water where his arrow bobs in the near-distance. He nods once again, drawing his gaze back and to the duo, "I've never seen him before." Connor notes idly his hands sliding to his side and then fidgeting absently, "..just glad we got rid of him, if only for the moment."

Jesse Quick looks relieved at Kon, she grins a touch, "Go to a doctor...or get some peroxide." she glances back towards the water, "He broke sandy's wrist and took some blood from him a week or so ago.." she glances to Connor, "yeah.. as am I. I'm glad you showed up, you helped a lot more than you know.." She reaches up to scratch at her throat. There are marks there but they are hidden under her uniform, "I don't know what we'll do next time.."

His solemn expression breaks to betray a faint smile to Jesse's praise. Were he not so dark one might see him blush, but that is fleeting. The smile ebbs a bit and he nods faintly, "I'm around if you need me." He notes then, the absent playing of his gloved hands settling slightly, "Just let me know when and where." A grin this time, slightly so, "Though Wally may have to come fetch me." He looks to Kon then, gaze dipping to the blood that oozes from his wound. The grin slowly fades back to neutrality, not finding anything that needs to be said about the wound that hasn't already.

"Yes, mom," comes the quick reply from Superboy as he looks up at Jesse. "I'll get someone to look at it or something." He heals fast, too. Slipping his hands into his pockets, he looks to Jesse, then to Connor, then to the water. "Well, um.. I'll see you at home, Jess..." Obviously she knows this guy better than he does so he'll leave them alone as he slowly begins to lift into the air.

Jesse Quick calls towards Kon, "Do me a Favor, Kon.. check on Bart... I don't know where he's living right now because of this horrible court case..." Her eyes go to the bowman, "Did you find Wally yet?" She arches her eyebrows curiously.

The Archer gives a sheepish look, "Yeah, he's how I got here so fast." Arms spreading slightly, gaze twisting to the nearby area. He gives a faint chuckle then, lowering his arms, and turning to look at the speedster again. "Hey.." He starts, only to catch himself, his forehead knotting faintly. "Sorry about last night." He says after a moment's hesitation, "The whole affair was probably none of my business." He reaches upwards, "I should probably keep my nose out of things that I don't have a clue about." He brushes said nose with his index finger, grinning slightly. "Sorry." He apologies again.

Jesse Quick shrugs a bit, "Don't worry about it.." She's not sure what to call him, never been formally introduced and what not. "You had a good view point, and I needed to hear it.. everybody helps.." She smirks a touch, "If you'd told me how to run my business then we might have had some words to exchange.." Idly she reaches up to fuss with her ponytail and sighs, "Shouldn't have gotten as mad as I did but my fuse is a bit short and so I went after him..."

"Connor." The Archer puts in to your hesitation, a slight motion of his hands about his face causing the hood to fall backwards behind his neck. "..Hawke, if you wanted the last name too." A brief look is given to the ground, then a soft chuckle at the bit about business advice. "That's the sort of things I keep to the professionals. I have a hard time balancing a checkbook sometimes." He quirks the corner of his mouth slightly, but only for a moment, "Releasing your anger is natural, there's probably healthier ways than pummeling someone.." He twists looking towards the water, "..though that seemed to work quite well today." He turns back, "Worry is a waste of energy, anyhow. What will happen, will happen, getting worked up over it will do little to fix it. Just relax, and keep your head on what you need to be doing." A slight dip of his head, "I'm sure you've got others, but, if you need a sympathetic ear, or some 'philosophical nonsense' I'm here." A sharp grin there, obviously quoting the nonsense part. The grin is, once again, brief though, Connor Hawke's shyness causing it to fade abruptly.

"Jesse Chambers..." Is her return. The blond grins, "Mmmm a good program can take care of that..." Her gaze returns to the water as she listens to him, "Actually Connor, your philosophical chatter is nice. Its different... not many of the Titans or Wally are that way... and everyone tends to be a leaper before looking .. myself included.. but I know I'm rambling, sometimes hearing someone's opinion who really doesn't know the parties involved it's good to have it. Trust me.. your opinion is worth it.."

A gloved hand absently rubs the back of his neck and his rigid posture shifts softly, absently, to her praise. "They're young." He puts in then, "Well, we all are, I guess." He decides releasing the back of his neck and lets it swing back towards his side. "You're not rambling though. I understand what you're trying to say, completely. It's always good to have an outside, unbiased, opinion. People who know you tend to always take your side, regardless of others involved." A shrug then, perhaps feelings he's babbling again. "Anyway, glad I wasn't just spouting off needlessly. It was.." A slight pause, "..good to meet you Jesse. I hope that the next time we find each other it is under less stressful conditions than, well, every other time we've met." He smiles, fully, white teeth showing as his lips part.

Jesse Quick nods folding her arms behind her back, "Thank you.." She rolls her head about on her shoulders then continues to speak lightly. "Good to meet you as well. I'm sure it will have to happen eventually.. time has to be in our favor every so often.." She returns the smile with one of her own.

Connor dips his head in a cordial manner, offering a faint bow and then turning on his boot heels. Brushing his cloak fully to his rear he reaches to the brown hood which he earlier lowered, and pulls it again over his head. Unable to fly, unable to vanish, he walks away then, striding purposely towards the dark alley near where he emerged from earlier, pace relaxed, and form rigid, he fades into the darkness within.