Owlman and a Witch

The Major demonstrated surprising agility in his sealed suit, ducking behind a chair that caught the Owl-rangs. This however, made him unable to intercept the suitcase.

"Damn!" He cursed, and to retaliate used a particularly virulent poison grenade that released a special brew of the Major's that defeated many gas mask types. The acidic gas quickly burned through the wall and floors, and liekly getting on Owlman's suit, to test the limits of his technology against the Major's.

The Owlman's gasmask is top tier and he is still feeling the effects of the poison. His Owlsuit is being melted, quickly, despite the defenses in place. He coughs as he pressed a few buttons on his wristpad, activating Owlboat remote control. He aims the boat and fires a missile at the side of the yacht's exterior to penetrate it. And a second into the interior of the yacht to blow out the wall of the room they're in.

With the sea in sight, Dabbler decided to quicken their escape.

"Oooh a boat!" Dabbler grabs Owlman by the cape and teleports them right on top of Owlman's ride. It was a most unpleasant sensation for those who've yet to experience teleportation, not helped by the fact that Dabbler shunted them through an eldritch, alternate dimension for a fraction of a second.

Major Gas had no real capability of reaching the duo, and could only watch on in frustration as they got away. But, the night was not over, as while they'd escaped Major Gas, a new situation was developing overhead. A situation that let out a blood curtling roar, as the shadow of a great dragon darkened the boat, the shadow of a majestic, and terrible creature that flew overhead.

"Whoa..." Dabbler for once, could not say anything witty as she watched the great dragon blast the yacht with a swirling ice breath, holding it in place on the water.

Owl-Man would be teleported through the Eldritch dimension and onto his boat. He would take off his gasmask and start hurling over into the water. However, he would look up to see a dragon freezing the yacht! "What the hell have you gotten us into..." He opens the boat cockpit and hops in, beckoning for Dabbler to hop in with him. He fires off a missile at the dragon.

Considering the dragon had gone after the boat and most likely ignored Owlman, this would've been their best chance to escape. Could have been. But he had decided to shoot a missile at it, and the explosion barely scratches the dragon's scales.

"Oh come on was that necessary?" Dabbler had to call out Owlman, though her eyes were transfixed on the great dragon. A dragon that Owlman just shot and was now flying towards them. It belted out another roar, and this time the deep bass was like thunder, sending vibrations across the water and into the boat.

"Get us out of here!" Said the mutant witch who could teleport things at will, vigorously patting owlman on the shoulder.

Owl-Man would turn the boat around and start going straight to max throttle, not holding back. There seems to be a jet engine on the rear of the boat, shooting it up to 210 mph in a few seconds. "I'm giving her everything. Man the guns and try to at least stun it." Dabbler's seat rotates around to face the dragon. A few 20mm Gatling guns would pop out of the ship's rear along with a targeting reticle for Dabbler to aim with.

The turret mode enticed the witch, and like a videogame she gleefully begins shooting at it. The dragon seemed mostly annoyed. "Wait a minute. I'm a witch!" Dabbler remembers she has magic and begins uses her demon eyes in her hands to shoot beams of red energy. The magical attacks fared much better, and caused the creature to roar in pain. And anger. mostly anger.

"I think I just made it angrier!" Dabbler exclaimed, shooting off her chaos beams into the air. The dragon proved agile to avoid the blasts, and while the boat outpaced the drake, that ice breath rapidly made large icebergs to slow the boat down, unless Owlman wanted a hefty Owl-boat repair bill.

Owl-Man has a trick up his sleeve. "Buckle up, magic lady." A glass canopy would pull over the open area of the boat. The Owl-Boat would slow down enough to submerge beneath the water and the dangerous icebergs. Underwater, it'd be moving at 130 mph which is much slower but still, the Owl-Submersible is no slouch. "I hope dragons can't breathe underwater." Owl-Man would start pressing buttons on his control panel, signalling the Owl-Jet to come for a pickup. Being all the way back in a hangar, it would take time for it to arrive.

Owlman would be in for a terrible surprise as his trick would turn into a trap. This was no ordinary dragon, but Dragon Girl in her dragon form, and before she learned to fly, June Young swam.

Once in the water the sleek dragon swam with the sleekness of a barracuda. Dragon Girl would close in, using her jaws to try and catch the boat. "AAAHHH WE'RE GONNA GET EATEN!" Dabbler was being no help either, being hysterical and shaking Owlman and forgetting her portals.

The boat was being pushed to it's limits underwater. He starts screaming as he pulls back on the tiller, guiding the boat out of the water. "COME ON YOU BASTARD!" Right as dragon girl snaps at the back of the boat, the jet engine re-engages, shooting it into the air, only to be caught by the Owl-Jet going at mach 2 over the sea's surface. A reinforced attachment cord with a magnet would attach to the surface of the boat, yanking it up into the sky, into the Jet's cargo bay.

Dabbler sighs with relief as they were finally out of the water.

"So. I guess we got away then." Dabbler says, relaxing in her seat. But, not a minute passes and her eyes wander over to the control panel. "Hey what does this button do?" Dabbler reaches over to press a button near Owlman.


While Dabbler attempts to meddle with the controls, A very firm, super strong hand pats Owlman on the shoulder, and a woman's voice compliments Owlman's vehicle. "Nice plane."

Owl-Man does a 180 like a true owl, pointing a high powered grappling gun at the individual behind him. Suddenly, as Dabbler pushes a button, the plane pulls up sharply into the sky, throwing everyone against the rear wall unless they were seated or holding onto something. "Come on!"