Terry drove the Batmoblie around quiet Gotham when he heard weird static coming from his com link “Hello?” It hadn’t been used in a long time so it was weird that someone was trying to contact him at all.
"Hello?" using his Omni-tool, the Quarian…
The quarian woke up bound in some sort of supply closet. he herd the sound of a man calling for him. “That must be the rescue i was hoping for.” he thought “I can’t call out. It might attract unwanted attention…Thats it!”
He activated and de-activated his Omni-tool in an S.O.S. pattern. “Hopefully, the light from my Omni-tool will shine out the door.”
He looked around till he found the light flashing, He quickly opened the door “There you are! lets get you out of here” He went to call him out when he heard laughter come from behind him. The jokerz set up a trap for Terry and quickly started to ambush him.
"The best laid plans of mice and men…" the quarian sighed. "Hopefully, you have some combat skill."
"Would I risk my life if I didn’t" he whipped out two batarangs and charged at the jokers and within minutes it went quiet. Terry cracked his back and walked over to the creature in distress "whats your part in all this?" He asked as he untied him.
"Nothing that I know of" The quarian said, stretching "Perhaps it was simply a "wrong place, wrong time" thing."
he extended his hand, it’s three digits betraying his alien origin.