Bruce and Selina Go To Washington

Gulfstream Six

Somewhere over the United States.

After Emerging from the restroom, Agent Ashley Hayes put her FBI jacket back on and sat on the sofa across from Bruce and Selina. Selina was gently running her fingers through Bruce's hair as he was resting on her lap.

"So how's our boy, Selina?"

"Still sleeping like a baby, this is when he at his most cutest. But this is also when he at his most vulnerable too."

"Well luckily he has you and me watching over him," Ashley replied then leaned over the small coffee table to give Bruce a gentle tug on his cheek.

"Yeah and not to mention the full wrath of the United States government waiting in the wings if somebody other than us touches a single strand of hair on his billion dollar head."

"I bet Sandra would be tasked with personally overseeing the unleashing of said wrath."

"More like a guarantee in my book. I wonder how things are going for her at the Pentagon now that she's a full bird Colonel and all."

"More power, more responsibilities and more paperwork. The usual stuff that comes with promotions."

"I'm all for moving up, but paperwork isn't my thing."

"I once thought the same way, Selina. Now look at me."

"The street kid who grew up and became a federal agent. If you decide to write a book on your life, I'm pretty sure a lot of people would read it."

"Including you?"

"Totally, Ashley."

"Agent Hayes, this is the captain. We will be landing soon, so you and the kids might want to return to your seats."

"Copy," Ashley replied then Selina pulled the blanket off of Bruce and shook him awake.

"We're about land, kiddo," Selina said as Ashley got him on his feet and led him over to a chair where she strapped him in. She sat down across from Bruce and buckled up, Selina took the seat next to him.

"Sleep well, Bruce?" Ashley asked.

"Yeah, where are we touching down at?"

"Andrews Air Force Base. It's approximately twenty miles from our destination which puts us well out of the public eye."

"Definitely beats having to put up with people going gaga over seeing Bruce Wayne the once Chief Executive of Combat Operations in Gotham at the airport. Especially other girls," Selina said grumbling at the thought of a flock of girls trying to gang up on her billionaire.

"Hiding Bruce Wayne will be impossible once we get into the city, but our security force should be more than sufficient to keep people from getting too close for comfort."

"Will they be meeting us on the ground?"

"Yes."

"Good, because I'm going to assess them before we leave the base."

"I love your attention to detail, Selina."

"What time is it, Ashley?"

"Six forty-five AM, Bruce. So it will still be dark outside which will give us some additional cover."

"I think touching down at an air force base gives us plenty of cover."

"You take every ounce of cover you can get, Bruce. Please don't tell me you're forgetting the lessons I taught you during our time together on the streets of Gotham."

"I'm not and I never will," Bruce replied as the wheels made contact with the runway.

A few seconds later the plane rolled onto the tarmac where it came to a stop near a convoy. The boarding ladder was brought down as Bruce, Selina and Ashley unbuckled their seatbelts.

"Let's go meet our team," Ashley said. Then Bruce and Selina followed her out. Ashley and Bruce went down the stairs, but Selina opted for a more stylish arrival and slid down the railing with a smile on her face.

But that smile faded when she laid her eyes on the security force. It was time to get into serious assessment mode. The force before her consisted of twenty FBI agents dressed in all black, wearing full tactical gear of the same color and packing M4-A1 assault rifles. There were also twelve soldiers apart of the security force who were also packing M4-A1s but the biggest difference was that they had M-203 grenade launchers under their barrels. The convoy itself consisted of five black SUVs and four Joint Light Tactical Vehicles that were armed with either a fifty caliber machine gun or a MK-19 grenade launcher.

As Selina continued her walk amongst the group, one of the FBI agents walked up to Ashley.

"Agent Hayes, I am Agent Melissa Maddow. DC FBI, by the order of Director Grey, we are now under your command. President Webb decided to add some DC National Guard troops to the security force as well and hopes that you and our guests enjoy your time in our nation's capital."

"I hope so too." Ashley replied then Maddow glanced back at the group and noticed Selina circling the members of the security team.

"The kid sure has an eye for detail, ma'am."

"Her name is Selina Kyle. She has spent half her life on the streets of one of the most dangerous cities in the country. She is one of the toughest, bravest, and smartest street girls I've ever met."

"And she has also assisted us on two major operations. The FBI manhunt in New Hampshire and Operation Rockslide in Gotham," Bruce added.

"I remember seeing you on news when that was going down. You did a good job running that show."

"Thank you, Agent Maddow," Bruce replied then Selina rejoined them.

"Okay Ashley, they're good."

Glad to hear it, Cat."

"My men were fully briefed on the objective prior your arrival, ma'am."

"Well I'm gonna give them a little reminder before we head out," Ashley replied then turned to the team. "Remember people, our mission is to ensure the safety of Bruce Wayne and Selina Kyle during their time here in DC. We may be in one of the most secure cities in the world, but that doesn't change the fact that all of us need to be be on our A-game and ready to fend off anyone trying to make a play for our primaries, especially Bruce Wayne. His popularity has gone up into the stratosphere given our recent victory over the Court of Owls which means he is on everybody's radar. Including those of undesirable individuals or groups. If any of them come for us, I expect you all to make them wish they didn't. Understood?"

"Yes ma'am." the feds and soldiers replied in thunderous unison.

"I also would also like to say a few words, Ashley. If you don't mind?"

"Go ahead, Selina."

Selina stepped up and cleared her throat.

"In the event that shit hits the fan during our vacation, the jerks trying to get to our VIB won't just have to fight through you, they will have get through me as well. Especially if those so called undesirables come in the form of a squad of bimbos looking to get into Bruce's pants. I have cooked up a very special surprise for them. That being said, let's get on the road."

"Everybody mount up," Ashley ordered.

"I call shotgun," Selina shouted.

As they approached the fourth vehicle, the driver who happened to be one of the base guards got out so Ashley could take the wheel.

"Wow, these seats are lot more comfortable than the ones in the Tahoes we drove around in when we were New Hampshire," Bruce said as he settled into one of the back seats and buckled up.

"The Tahoes are a thing of the past, this is the latest variant of the Chevy Suburban."

"Pretty sweet," Selina commented.

After performing a quick radio check to make sure everyone else was ready, Ashley gave the order to roll out.

On their way to the exit, Bruce looked out at a pair of hangars where he saw four pilots climbing into their F-16s.

"I see some pilots getting ready for a flight."

"Those guys are part of the One-hundred and Twenty-first Fighter Squadron of the DC Air National Guard. They're primary mission is to guard the skies above the capital. Fighters from other bases also pitch in, but this squadron is the closest."

"I guess anyone looking to mess with Bruce can forget about launching any air attacks," Selina commented.

"Or from anyone else for that matter. Washington has a multitude of defenses," Ashley said.

"Makes perfect sense given that it's our capital," Bruce replied.

Selina was just sitting in her seat bemused.

In a dark room somewhere inside the Pentagon, Ashley's sister, Colonel Sandra Hayes was watching a UAV feed of the convoy.

"The entourage just left the wire, ma'am," the Air Force captain operating the drone reported.

"Monitor them every step of the way. Keeping Bruce and friends safe is our top priority. Along with our usual ones," Sandra said then turned to another officer. "ELINT, are you picking up any chatter about Bruce Wayne in or around the capital?"

"Negative, Colonel. And the NSA isn't picking up anything out of the ordinary either."

There are two kinds of security, the official kind and the unofficial kind.

Sandra was happily playing the later.