"Oh, come on, that totally would've given us away," Kon said, doing a quick scan all around them with his X-ray vision. "So far we've had bad luck and gotten smart guards. With that, we'd probably have been unlucky enough to get a genre-savvy one."

After his look around, Kon singled for the others to follow him.

"C'mon, guys, I'll try to use my X-ray vision to help us avoid them. Maybe we can lose 'em."

Then he started running, leading the way, turning them down alley after alley.

Far off in the distance, they could hear the sound of helicopters approaching and even those without superhearing could likely heard the sound of jackboots on the pavement in the distance as the horde started their search.

But it wasn't the Stormtroopers that found them.

For no apparent reason, Kon suddenly staggered and stopped mid-step, as if he'd been hit in the back by something.

"I've got him," he suddenly called out, the tone and inflection of his voice suddenly changing. It sounded strange. Unlike him. Calmer and more collected - and very familiar to Nightwing's. "Not that that's a good thing. I still think this is a terrible idea"