Bracing himself, Dick walks the five feet in careful, measured steps, and as soon as he stands on the skull, the square changes. It looks almost like a DDR mat, except all nine squares are white without any arrows.

Then the middle square right in front of Dick flashes red three times before a red-hot laser beam shoots up, just barely missing the teen's nose. He feels the heat, though, and steps back automatically, brows rising with surprise over his glasses.

"What am I dealing with?" he barks, none of the jokes from earlier in his voice as he feels the heat vanish, the square turning white again as another starts to blink red.