The teleporter disgorged Batman and J'onn J'onzz within fifty yards of where the base of the Gotham
pyramid had been.
It was a beautiful autumn evening, the air crisp and fresh, the sky painted with stars. An almost full
moon was rising in the east, its bright light shrouded by a mass of dark clouds low on the horizon.
Somewhere in the distance, a fox was barking.
Batman stood staring for a full minute, as if determination alone would enable him to tell if the
pyramid was really there or not. Finally, he shook his head.
"If it's there," he admitted, "I'm not seeing it."
"You're not alone," Manhunter replied. He had scanned the site with his peculiar Martian vision,
which allowed him to see through virtually any object. "None of my senses is picking up anything out
of the ordinary."
"I guess there's only one way to find out."
Batman walked ahead in a straight line, stepping over the barrier erected by the police when they
closed off the site. His penlight picked out a path through the low scrub bushes and rough grass. Even
with the aid of the infrared lenses in his mask, he could see little except the ground beneath his feet
and the steep-sided riverbank ahead.
J'onn watched his companion, his eyes never leaving him. Suddenly, there was a flash of color, as if
the air itself had rippled and moved aside.
Batman disappeared from view.
"It's here all right, J'onn," Manhunter heard the vigilante call.
The Martian moved forward, a tingle of static electricity caressing his green skin as he walked
through the unseen barrier and joined Batman on the other side.
The pyramid rose before them, its massive bulk blotting out half the night sky.
"Refracted light waves," Batman said quietly. "The thing's invisible until you're in front of it."