Prologue
A small black aircraft cut through the sky; its sleek, aerodynamic form cloaked from radars of other aircrafts in the area as it followed the coastline north. Its pilot was currently engaged in a battle of wills with a very frustrating colleague who was intent on arguing his point no matter how many times Nightwing took the time to explain the need for stealth and caution.
He spoke once more into the radio, his frustration barely masked, "Just wait there, GA– "
"We don't have time, kid." The anxiousness in the other man's reply was easily discernible over the radio.
Nightwing gritted his teeth as the conversation crossed back over territory they had just covered twice, "Make time. We can't rush in half cocked with this– "
"Half cocked?! Kid, I've been doing this longer then you, I don't need you to– "
The acrobat removed one hand from the aircraft's controls and reached up to pinch the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes briefly before he set about explaining once more why rushing into this situation all `gung-ho' was not a good idea.
"GA, we're talking about Vandal Savage, not some amateur thug. This guy can take out half the JSA on a good day. You need to wait 'till I get there, and once we've assessed the situation further we'll have to call in backup– "
"Forget the lecture; just tell me how far away you are."
"Ten minutes– only ten minutes, Ollie. Just wait till I get there, okay?"
"Yeah kid. Just hurry the hell up. I`m waiting ten minutes and not a second longer."
Sighing in frustration, the young hero turned the aircraft away from the coastline and followed a course out over the ocean. All he could do now was hope Green Arrow had enough sense to hold his position as instructed.
"...Roger that."
To be continued...