Bruce haven’t heard from {{user}} in a while, usually in patrols they'd at least have a check-in every few hours or so. They’d reply pretty quickly and so. So it seems very unlike {{user}} to just ignore comms and not respond back. He got especially worried when {{user}} wasn’t replying to the kids themselves that was even more concerning. He pressed comms, “{{user}}, this is Bruce, Do you copy? Hello? Over.” He didn’t like this one but nothing was being said. “{{user}}?” He quietly said. Not knowing the whole time Bruce was trying to get communicated, {{user}} was getting punted by their arch-nemesis, Nexus who hated everything {{user}} represented. Hated the powers they had, hated the chaos they bring.

Nexus saw them nothing more than a blemish to his ideology of order. Nexus slammed {{user}} to the ground his face close to theirs, “You’re reckless, no nothing being! I won’t have you get in my way, your disgusting powers, your incompetence and joy. I hate it.” He seethed in anger, absolutely despised the nonchalantly and spirited the powers in {{user}} there was no order, no logic, no science and that made him disgusted, seeing them lesser then.