Nightwing sped through the barren desert of Biayla.
His hair whipped in the wind as he lifted his wrist to check the time on his right handle bar.
12:00.
He was late.
The young super bent closer to his vehicle, hoping it would make him that much faster to get there before Flash entered the building.
But he secretly doubted it.
The raven-haired teen narrowed his eyes at the horizon as a building appeared in view.
Al Ghul had chosen an immodest skyscraper. Like a ranch house, it stretched from the center outwards; except unlike a ranch house, it stretched on for five miles. It was covered in blue and green brick, and held no visible windows.
Something this conspicuous made Nightwing's skin crawl. The evil millionaire must be very confident in his security to have settled here over a gutter or an old warehouse- the kinds of criminals the raven-haired teen was used to fighting.
It took another precious minute and a half for the hero to draw closer. He could make out the horrendous height of the building and then the detail on the bricks. His smallness in comparison quickly fell under the shadow of the hulk, shielding Nightwing from the relentless heat of the Biaylan sun.
He stopped his bike and listened. The wind fell dead as silence consumed him.
Nightwing disembarked his bike and jogged over to the side of the building.
The brick was cool to the touch; he could even feel it through his glove. The young man flipped open his right gauntlet and took out a device. He put it to his left ear and listened again.
Still, silence.
He pulled away and turned back, "Guess I'll just scale this thing and try to find a way in."
As soon as he finished the sentence, the brick behind him exploded to pieces. He fell forward as a large chunk hit him in the back.
Grunts and loud battle cries erupted forth.
Nightwing spun around on his elbows to see that a hole had been blown in the wall.
Batman was on the ground with a man's hand to his throat.
The man wore black and held a very large staff in the other hand.
Behind them, the raven-haired teen caught sight of Superman's cape as he fought evildoers.
Hawkgirl flew across raising her mace.
The place was chaos.
Nightwing jumped to the balls of his feet, pulling out his Escrima Sticks. He surged forward, hitting the man on Batman under the jaw.
The Dark Knight rolled to his feet soon after, "Go home Nightwing. You don't belong here."
"Are you crazy?" Nightwing smacked down the man as he tried to make a comeback. "If I wasn't here you would be dead right now."
Batman was already running back inside.
Nightwing widened his eyes a little, "Wait! At least tell me what's going on!" He ran after him.
If the former Boy Wonder thought from the outside the scene looked chaotic, he was in for a big surprise.
Men in black were everywhere surrounded by broken furniture in a large dome-like space. Superman and Hawkgirl- along with Batman- were the only Leaguers.
Which left Green Lantern's whereabouts unknown and Flash presumably near the generator.
A man in black ran into Nightwing, making him realize he had lost his former mentor in the fray.
"Nightwing!" The Man of Steel greeted him with a thunderous voice as he threw ten men to the ground, in the air, and into the walls. He flew to the young hero's position. "I know you are not technically a League member but we need your help."
"Sure- what do you need?" Nightwing ducked and pulled out a wingarang. He threw it at a couple of guys who were coming close.
"Green Lantern is helping the hostages but we've yet to account for one person-"
Nightwing widened his eyes, knowing who it was right away, "Joker."
"Right. We haven't seen a trace of him since we touched down." Superman turned suddenly, shooting laser beams from his pupils at a man who was inches away from touching.
The man flew back, nailing some of his cohorts as the line hit the far wall.
Then the League Member turned back, "I'm afraid-"
But Nightwing was already gone.