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Terry took off like a rocket without waiting for the first shot, and only dipped a little lower to avoid the shot from the ring. Girl? What girl was he talking about, exactly? Like he had time for that kind of thing, anyway. If this was supposed to be banter, he wasn't impressed.

He also wasn't interested in wasting time talking himself. This was definitely life or death; he had to think. Black power ring. He'd never seen a black power ring before, but he figured that the principle behind it was the same-- he needed to play keep away long enough to find some white light. White light... where was he going to find...

He blinked, then rolled his eyes and banked slightly to the right without losing any speed. Wow. If I manage to get through this in one piece, I seriously need to get some sleep.

A little flare of anger shot through Terry at the mention of his older counterpart, but his flying wasn't effected in the slightest. He dipped out of the way again, taking pains to avoid putting any (possibly) occupied buildings into the line of fire. In large part, he was just getting annoyed. Who did this person think he was? One of them? Lantern rings weren't contagious, for crying out loud.

More anger, along with a further increased amount of sheer stubbornness. Yeah right. Terry gritted his teeth and abruptly dove down, his wings folding back in close to his suit as he plummeted toward a darkened, empty-looking building. As he fell, he flipped himself over to avoid the grab and sent a small, disk-like object flying toward the construct's palm. The thing detonated just as the hand closed, letting out a truly impressive 'BANG!' that was accompanied by copious amounts of bright white light.

When the light cleared, the Bat was nowhere to be seen.

There was a sort of similar reading from inside the darkened building, but it was difficult to get a really specific lock on it for some reason. Also, the green and red in it were fading away rather rapidly; somebody was drawing their emotions under control through meditation, or something similar.

And then, through the holes that he was blowing, white light seemed to explode outward, bathing the floating supervillain in brilliance from multiple angles. A strangely pervasive, difficult to pinpoint, and eerily detached voice said, "Welcome to Gotham; we love floodlights." Actually, the empty building was a Gotham PD storage facility. The cops weren't going to be happy that their riot vehicles had been smashed, but at that point the collateral seemed acceptable.

Feeling more resigned than anything else (it had been a long shot), Terry jetted off again, shooting through a convenient hole in the roof like a miniature black rocket. It was still pretty hard to get a lock on him; he was very faintly green, but whatever he had done to get control of his emotions, it had worked.

Terry saw the green light out of the corner of his eye at the same time his rocket boots were spotted. His eyes widened, then narrowed, and he shot off in the direction of the light. As he got closer, he realized that it wasn't a Green Lantern he knew. Great. "Wherever you came from, fly back and get some reinforcements. Now." As he spoke, he threw a quick glance behind him; Doomsday would likely be much more interested in a lantern than he was in Terry. All the more reason to wrap this up quickly. How old was this girl, anyway? Older than Kai Ro, sure, but...