Let me get you up to speed…” Lawton said, sitting at the Batcomputer.
“A villain calling himself Black Hand has been raising dead superheroes, endowing them with his power, and killing more heroes and villains to add to his army.”
Doom took a cup of tea offered to him by Alfred. “So. You need my help to rid you of this undead scourge? And what do I get out of it?” Batman laughed. “A cure for your worlds zombie infection.”
Doom took a seat next to Lawton. Batman pulled up a file on a superhero with a goofy expression on his face. “This is Plastic Man.
From what we can tell, his skin is more rubber than human, and black lanterns can't turn him unless he dies.”
“Which would explain why this tea tastes terrible.” Doom said, pouring it on the ground. “Aw man… I thought it was decent!” Plas said, changing from Alfred to his normal form.
“You know, I used to be a villain too! Well. Henchman.” Plas said trailing off. “O'Brian. You talk too much.” Alfred said. “Sorry.” Plastic Man said, looking guilty.
Suddenly the alarm started going off in the Batcave. “We got a lock on a survivor!” A girl said running into the cave. “Katana, we need you on this if we are to rescue him.” Batman said.
Katana nodded her head. “Oh boy, a rescue mission!” Plastic Man said with glee. “Not you.” Doom said. “The three of us will go. Alfred and you stay here and guard the cave.”
O’Brian put his head down sadly. “Well at least tell me who he is?” Lawton sighed. He turned around and furiously typed, bringing up a file on a young teenager.
“Virgil Hawkins. Also known as the superhero Static.”