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Chapter Four
The cool night air whipped against Nightwing's face as he crouched down to study the Warehouse. Judging by the size and shape of it, he reckoned it was more of an over-sized house, rather than a 'warehouse'. Suddenly he heard a shrill scream; followed by the sound of guns; which lead to the noise of choking: which ended with a final 'Don't worry, ma'am. I'll call the police right away.'
"Wow, she's good." Nightwing muttered when he saw the shadow of the heroine disappear inside the Warehouse. Cautiously, he crept to a ladder he had spotted earlier that lead to the roof. Swiftly, Nightwing climbed to the top of the building. He pressed his ear against the floor to hear if the coast was clear. Then, as he was sure it was safe, Nightwing lifted up a hatch that went to one of the rooms in the Warehouse. However as he was about to go down, a familiar voice said;
"You decided to come?" It wasn't a question.
"Yes."
"Batman meant a different day, not a later time. Why go against him?" Wondered the masked heroine.
"I wanted to see you." Nightwing blushed. "And please stop asking so many questions."
"Well, technically, I've only asked you one. But anyway, come. I'd like to show you around my home."
He raised an eyebrow as she gestured for him to follow.
"No booby-traps, snipers or ambushes. Honest." She said.
"Right. But first, please may I know your name?" Nightwing asked. She paused for so long that he thought she wasn't going to answer.
"June."
Reassured, Nightwing pursued.
"So, this is your place?" Nightwing examined the room. It was a retro apartment style place, with two classic armchairs in front of a fire hearth, a four poster bed in the far corner and what would pass as a 1950's kitchen and dining room. The whole thing looked out of place, like all the furniture had been taken from different time periods to create one crazy jigsaw. What was even weirder was the pile of electronics and what Nightwing assumed were June's battle plans shoved onto a massive oak table.
"Yeah. Crazy, huh?" June glanced around, as if she too were looking at it for the first time.
"Why is it all in one room?" She looked surprised at his question.
"Oh, well. Having everything in one space means I don't have to use a map to find it all. Please take a seat." June offered one of the armchairs to Nightwing. Once they were both sat down, she muttered, seemingly to herself;
"Richard Grayson, son of the Flying Graysons - sitting in my bedroom."
Dick shot up from his seat as if a pin had poked him. He glared at June.
"How. Did. You. Know. That?" He asked, anger shortening every word to a grunt. June raised an eyebrow.
"Well, I have been doing research on Wayne manor and the people in it for the past six months. It's a shame. Bruce goes to all that trouble to hide his identity, and yet has no control over the web. Who does? He hardly even has control of his own company! Well I know he does, but really, setting off alarms isn't going to prevent hackers from getting in."
'Great, just great.' Nightwing thought to himself.
"How much else do you know?"
"Everything about Wayne manor there is to know."
"Even the Batcave?"
"Especially the Batcave."
"But, I-I mean, j-just: how?" Nightwing felt seriously startled. June shrugged.
"I told you: all it takes is a bit of research. But when I asked a certain man, he said part of it was because of the gifts I had; apparently they make me more brainy or something."
"Your transformation and your plant growing? Usually it's the people with mental associated abilities with big heads."
"What?" It was June's turn to be surprised.
"We keep tabs on you too, you know. And who was this 'certain man', anyway?" Nightwing said with a sly smile.
"My transformation and 'plant growing' is what I'd like to call a nature bond. I can create and manipulate anything from rocks to dinosaurs."
"You still haven't answered my question." He responded calmly.
"I learned a bit about you, and you learned a bit about me. And think it's time you left."
'Yup, definitely hiding something.' Nightwing thought.
"Okay, I'll leave. But only once I've learned your full name. June-"
"Jones. June Jones." She looked a little side tracked at his question.
"Good-bye, June Jones. Dick Grayson: a pleasure to have met you." He offered his hand.
Uncertain, she shook it.
"Bye."
"See you next time."
And with that, Nightwing melted into the shadows.
