Hellions, Honey Bunny, and some Backup

So my trip to NYC is starting to remind me of Alice's trip down the rabbit hole, the deeper I fall the stranger things get. Considerin' I'm a 27 foot tree-man outta some Narnia book I guess the shoe fits. Last night we tried to get some answers out of those Hellions' bikers. Should've saved our breath - Geno and Electrode were dumber than a dead pile of sticks. Geno was a surly one and Honey gave him some special treatment, and Sparky got all static cling at one point so I had to help him take a nap. Once we determined that nothin' really changed for these fellows 'sides the bartender, (probably should follow up on that,) I saw the darndest thing - an alarm clock, (who has an alarm clock in 2072 - should've been my first clue somethin' was off,) jumped up off the dresser and scuttled out the room. I tried to grab the twitchy device but it was movin' like it was runnin' out of time. Eventually the thing jumped out the window apparently fallin' to its doom - I tell you somethin' not addin' up?
 
Just as the alarm clock was kamakazin' towards it untimely demise a New York accent started speakin' to us from outside the window. Caught Nightwing by surprise because he was right there looking for the clock. I figured with 'Wings fancy suit he might have had some sort of infrared vision to see the diving clock, but I was out of luck. Turns out the projecting New York accent belong to Billy the Kid. He pulled this neat trick where he not only flew, but turned visible and floated through the wall right into the LFER safe house. Perry might want to check on the security systems in this Penthouse. Nice spot, but a lil' suspect. Apparently, Perry's got friends in low places (no offense to Billy,) but he called on Backup to help us take out the trash. This kid was able to magic up a trick that made us all invisible leaving us free to cart the two Hellions back to the alleyway behind the bar where we saw them freak. As we were leaving them behind Honey started talkin' all tough about rooting out the crooked cops in the neighborhood - it looks like I might have hooked myself up to a Mad Hatter.