AN: So this is just what I was able to write today, which might not be necessary to the plot but I needed to write it to continue. I wrote this instead of a story for my class so don't expect another update this week. Although it may happen. Enjoy!

"How was your night, Tony?" Ziva asked as they drove behind Gibbs on their way to Gotham.

"How do you think it went Ziva?" Tony snapped back, clearly it had not gone great.

"Did he have a night-horse?"

"Nightmare, no he didn't have a nightmare." Tony corrected automatically. "Why?"

"He did when he was at my house." Ziva answered simply.

In the other car, McGee was grilling Robin about his holographic computer. "How does the program pick up your typing? Why isn't this technology available to everyone?"

"It's a pretty simple design based off of a camera system set up in my glove. And it's not worth mass producing yet because the technology is expensive." Robin replied, "A lot of companies are working on making the technology more efficient and finding ways to produce it cheaply. It also helps that we have alien tech to speed up the process for us."

"But aliens aren't real!" McGee argued.

"How do explain Superman or Martian Manhunter then? Or the Green Lanterns?" Robin argued.

"Focus McGee." Gibbs interrupted. "We'll be at the stop in five minutes."

"Sorry boss."

The NCIS team pulled to a stop in a parking lot for a small restaurant. "Why are we stopping here again?" DiNozzo inquired.

"Because we have to meet a few people before we continue onwards." Robin explained, walking away from the group towards an alleyway. "And cause I need to change."

"Shouldn't we not be walking into an alley in Gotham?" McGee worried.

"You're with me, no one will bother us." Robin cackled, brushing off the older man's worries.

There was only a rundown looking telephone box in the alley, leaving the team wondering why they were there in the first place. A look of awe crossed over the adults' faces when the telephone booth lit up and a figure stepped out.

"Guys, meet Red Arrow. RA this is Gibbs, DiNozzo, David, and McGee." Robin introduced. "I'll be right back."

Robin stepped into the telephone booth and disappeared in a flash of light.

"So, are you just here to babysit us while he changes or what?" DiNozzo inquired.

"I'm here to make sure none of you get killed." The hero answered, stoic as always.

"Thanks for that." McGee interjected.

There was another flash of light and Robin emerged from the telephone booth. He had changed from his civvies into his hero outfit.

"Everyone remember their part in the plan?" Robin asked, after getting an affirmative nod from the NCIS team he and Red Arrow launched their grapples and disappeared into the night with an eerie cackle from the Boy Wonder.

Gibbs led his team back to the cars, where Ziva and McGee separated from him to get into the other car. Gibbs pulled out first and led the way to the factory.

Robin and Red Arrow crouched together on a rooftop observing the factory Robin theorized that Harley was using as her base. It was clear that something was happening in the factory, but the proportions were much bigger than the bird had suspected. There were two guards hovering around every entrance and another four on the roof standing around the air ducts.

"It might be time to call off the feds." The older hero suggested.

"And call in some back up." Robin agreed. He put a hand to his ear to activate his com unit.

The NCIS team had gotten stuck in city traffic and was running slightly behind schedule when Gibbs' phone rang. "Gibbs."

"There's something more going on here than we thought. Stay back for the time being." Robin's voice ordered through the cell.

"That's not the plan." Gibbs stated.

"Sometimes you have to roll with the punches." Robin answered. "There are complications here, you need to stay back. They're waiting for us."

"Then they won't be expecting us." Gibbs argued.

"They'll mow you down in two seconds. Stand down Gibbs, isn't the survival of your team more important than some plan?"

Gibbs hung up with a huff. He dialed Ziva's number before pulling over into a vacant parking lot.

"What's up boss?" DiNozzo wondered aloud.

"Complications."