"Something bad. Some kind of worldwide holocaust. Lock and four others made it here at the time. Gav, the other guy in the image has magic, made it possible to speak the them. He found out the story and Stock, their leader, took us there. We managed to rescue twenty survivors but the rest of the hive was destroyed. They're pretty much the last of their race."

He cracks a soda of his own, nodding to the bottle. "So you are a Gotham kid?" Only Gothamites drink Zesti. It's just one of those things. He keeps them down here for Tim.