Batman didn't wait for another onslaught. Phosphor grenades had stopped this thing in Gotham
Cathedral, presumably because they interfered with its energy patterns. Maybe they'd do the same
now. Batman moved away from the desk, decoying their attacker to follow him to a safe distance from
the unconscious medium.
"Where's Superman?" Batman demanded. "And the others. What have you done with them?"
The Stone King snarled, an animal sound, spittle spraying from its mouth. Batman figured he wasn't
going to get the answer he sought, and sent three small spheres spinning through the air toward the
inhuman figure, primed to detonate on impact.
But the Stone King saw the danger, and a web of fine blue beams emanated from his fingertips. The
energy net caught the grenades, lowering them gently to the bare wooden floor.