"I don't know about you but I'm pretty naked under this get up... There's some clothes in the jet. Mostly sweat pants and such... After fighting radio active bugs which only ate our suits, it was requested that a supply of clothes be added to the jet's list of supplies..."

"We can't wear these to the Jet, we might be traced." batman shook his head, looking around for a moment, "Wait here" Judging that the coast was clear he moved into the shadows of an alley and disappeared for about ten minutes. Once back he was Bruce Wayne in a simple shirt, nice jeans and a jacket. He tossed some clothes to Ciara while taking Shane from her, "Get dressed"

"Aye Aye." Ciara turned away from him and in a few mins was wearing a white t-shirt with a blue print on it, a long skirt with her hair down. "Alright, shall we get going?"

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What her outfit looks like.

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Bruce had placed Shane on the ground and was checking her clothes. A moment later he removed a small tracking device from her collar and crushed it under his boot. "Yes, now we can go" he replied, glancing around briefly before picking her up again and heading towards the X-jet.

"Did I mention I missed having you around? You always remember the smallest detail." She said motioning to the crushed tracking device before hurrying off to the jet. "It should be on the top of the next building." She pointed.

He merely nodded and soon they were on the Jet and heading towards Gotham.

"I'm surprised, Scott and the gang haven't shown up and ground me." She commented as they made their way to Gotham. She leaned her seat back and sighed.

"Why don't I drop you off in Genosha along the way?" Bruce offered, "I can handle things from here"

Ciara shot up in the seat, "NO-I mean... I.." She pulled her knees to her chest, " I'd rather not... but I have to meet with King Namour soon... Bruce, I don't understand. Sinister had me at his mercy less than 48 hours ago and he just... let me go. He tucked me into bed like when I'd fall asleep watching documentaries with Nate... My world's gone to hell in less than a month. Why can't I caught a freaking break?" She spoke softly.

"I don't have your answers" Bruce replied, "but I need to take care of this business with Shane myself. I'll return the X-jet when I get a chance."

Ciara paused, "Bruce...Are are you feeling alright?"

"Fine, yes. Why do you ask?" he looked back at her.

"...Bruce." Ciara stood up from her seat. " All water has a perfect memory..." She started a sentence and paused.

Bruce watched her carefully, "Sit down Ciara"

Ciara stared at him for a moment and sighed. "Fine, fine." She put one hand on her hip and the other on the dashboard and stared out at the clouds.

After a few mins, she moved like lighting; punching Bruce square in the face and flicking the auto pilot on. Hopefully Forge was still trying to get a hole on the jet.

Bruce fell back, out of his chair and onto the floor. By the time he was on his feet again, he was Mister Sinister and grinning widely, "Ah, caught me" he chuckled, "But really, did you think it was going to be that easy to take my little Shane away?"

"She's not your ANYTHING! What have you done with Bruce?!" She demanded, ready to fight him.

"Oh nothing to worry about, he really did meet you in Japan. I was having a hell of a time tracking Shane down, lucky for me she jumped onto your radar. A little switcheroo with the Bat, got rid of his extra tracer off her and voila. Here we are. Thousands of miles up in the air with no way to go but down." his hand touched the controls for the airlock hatch, "It's alright though, we're still over the ocean. By the time you hit the water your natural instincts will kick in to save you. It'll just hurt like hell."

She grit her teeth, "You're dead. I'll fucking kill you! All this time, you've been playing me. Just to gain my trust. I'll never let you hurt her..." The jet turned sharply to the right. Auto Pilot was in full swing. The two of them both slid against the wall from the angle the jet was in.

Sinister grabbed hold of one of the seats to stop himself from falling. Pulling himself upright he turned on Ciara, "Oh really? I'm immortal, how do you intend to kill me?" he demanded, using his psychic powers to rip one of the seats out and throw it at ciara.

"Just because you're around when I'm born." Ciara rolled to the left to dodge the seat. "Doesn't mean you don't die several times before that!" Ciara charged him, wrapping her arms around his waist in a rugby tackle. Driving them both toward the open air lock.

"Arg-You idiot!" he growled, his hand clamping onto the side of the door as they swung out into the open air, "What about Shane?! She'll die with the jet depressurized like this and neither of us to save her"

"Forge has control of the jet now. I'd rather let her pass away peacefully then let you have another science toy." She wasn't going to let go. Her eyes flashed red as she said the words another science toy.

Mister Sinister looked up at the Jet, then back down at her and grinned, "Very well, have it your way" he let go, sending the two of them plummeting towards the ocean below. Immediately Sinister began to turn his entire focus on kicking, punching and telikenically tearing her away from himself.

Ciara hadn't thought this far through. Her eyes widened when she realised just how they actually were. "Gah, no. dont... Nathan!." She screamed clinging tightly to him, her eyes slamed shut.