Initial Reactions: Cypher vs Cypher (but the free-for-all part will be open!)
Doug watched the chaos unfold on his computer. The link had practically dropped into his lap, thanks to the program he'd been writing and had developed based on Kitty's own... focusing, however, on problems with Gotham. It pinged him all the time, but this got kicked up to priority one, an internet feed with a familiar signature.
And by familiar, he meant Riddler.
Mortimer Drake and opened the door to Doug's apartment. "Are you ready for your fencing lesson, m'boy?" Doug shook his head, typing away furiously, getting eyes and ears into the prison's security cameras, riding piggyback on that familiar code and blending in with the static. It was a riot. "This is actually happening?" Mortimer's eyes narrowed as he recognized the inside images. "That is Blackgate Prison."
"Is that... muzak?" Doug listened, and found it hard not to, as the music lulled him despite himself. It was coming in very clear through the speakers. He recognized the look on people's faces, they were in a trance... so was he. But he heard something else, a whisper, a voice, barely audible, worked into the music... it started as a buzzing in his head, like a hornet's nest flew into his ears. Five men walked past and out into the parking lot, one holding a briefcase... the music faded.
Doug and Mortimer blinked, and Doug scrambled to switch cameras. The men broke a window on a Prius, then went into the car. It drove leisurely up to a guard post... Doug switched views... there was an older man, bald, with horned glasses, and he spoke to the guards there. Then the guards opened the gate and let the Prius through.
"Waaaait... what just happened?"
"They let him go. Corrupt guards?"
"No... they're sluggish..." Doug started pulling up the image, grabbed a shot of the license plate, and pulled up a database. "I'm going to need to ask you not to tell anyone I can do this, Mort, 'kay?"
"First the prison, now the state registry... so much trouble from such a small device, Douglas. But it is trouble for a good reason, yes?" Doug nodded absently, and smiled a moment later. Seeing this, the swordsman looked at him. "You've alerted the police?"
"Better. It's got GPS tracking and OnStar... question, Mort, how good is your impression of Riddler?" The man had a reputation for mimicking voices of men he'd served time with in the slammer, but some were better than others.
The Cavalier produced a toothy grin, seeing where the boy was going with this. He twirled his mustache, a sparkle in his eye.