++++++ Bubby's sleeping soundly. Here, have another chapter! ++++++

Forty-Three

"All passengers boarding flight 607 to Gotham City, please gather at Gate E for departure in five minutes," came the voice over the PA system in Starling City Airport.

I glanced up through a strand of slightly damp hair and put my book down before getting to my feet. I'd been sitting at the airport for almost twelve hours waiting for a flight to Gotham. This time of year they had a few festivals on and some conventions, so getting a flight was hard. As I went to grab my suitcase, I was thrown backwards into my seat by a guy wearing a leather jacket and biker boots with black jeans. I growled. "Watch it, asshole."

He stopped and backtracked, coming over to me with a cocky little smirk. "My apologies," he smiled, his voice practically dripping with a flirtatious tone. He held his hand out and I brushed it aside as I got back to my feet. "Trying to get to Gate E so I don't miss my flight."

I rolled my eyes.

Just my luck.

"You're going to Gotham?" I questioned.

He grinned. "Dick Greyson," he introduce himself as.

I smothered a laugh. "Dick?"

He frowned. "Now Miss Quinn that's just rude. Bruce asked me to bring you some information that might interest you but I don't think I want to give it to you. That's just plane rude."

I stopped laughing. "So which one are you? Grouchy? Douchy? Asshole?"

"Bruce was right," Dick noted, "you are sarcastic rude. Upset cause your boyfriend dumped you?"

I growled and clocked him in the face prompting the whole area to fall quiet. "Shut your fucking mouth, Dicky Boy. No one asked you."

Dick ran his hand through his dark hair. "Chill, Shade," he smirked. He pulled a folded file out of the back of his jeans and handed it to me. "Bruce found this information about a friend of yours."

I snatched the file off him and opened it up. "Malcolm Merlyn?" I flipped the first page over and paused. "Oh you're fucking kidding me. Malcolm Merlyn spent two years at Nanda Parbat? He was recruited by Ra's al Ghul? How does Bruce know this?"

"Keep reading," Dick urged me.

I flipped the next page over and felt my stomach drop. "That's not possible…mum?" I whispered.

"Your mother spent a few years in Nanda Parbat herself. That's where she met Malcolm Merlyn and became his assistant," Dick told me. "She married your father after an apparent one night stand ended up with you. She married him at Merlyn's insistence. Bruce found the emails between your mother and Merlyn. She's the Archer's partner."

I shook my head with a laugh. "That's not possible. My mother cries over breaking a nail."

My cell phone rang.

I was still shaking my head when I answered the private number.

"Has Dick delivered the file?" Bruce questioned.

I nodded. "Yes…how is this possible?"

"Dick's been instructed to bring you to Hanger B," Bruce told me before he hung up.

Dick took the phone out of my hand and put his arm around me as he took me out of the airport and to the hanger bays.

Bruce was standing there in front of a tall box with a tablet in his hand talking to an older African American man whilst another elderly man stood by making tea. He turned around and handed the tablet to his companion. "Mr Fox, Alfred, met River Quinn. Miss Quinn, these are my partners, Mr Fox and my good friend Alfred Pennyworth."

I raised an eyebrow. "You look like a butler."

He bowed his head. "I am a butler, Miss Quinn."

"Can we get a move on with this?" Mr Fox questioned. "We have a board meeting at Wayne Enterprises in two hours. I don't want to miss it." He put the tablet down and opened the box to reveal a new version of my Shade suit.

"What the fuck?" I gasped. I took a step forward and ran my hands over the suit like a kid with a shiny new toy.

"Your signature colours," Dick smirked.

"It looks like leather but it's not," Bruce told me. "It's made out of the same material my suit and Nightwing's suit is made out of."

I glanced at Dick.

Of course.

What's Batman without his former Boy Wonder?

"The suit is made out of an experimental lightweight armour were working on for the military," Bruce continue. "It can stop a bullet from far enough away or a knife. The torso has an inbuilt corset that can house a number of small blades, easy to grab in close combat, the gloves are longer and they lace up. Mr Fox built in a series of electronic parts that allow you to scramble phones, internet signals, electricity if you so choose."

"So she's a walking EMP!" Dick laughed. "Wicked."

Bruce ignored him. "Dick collected your weapons from your Watchtower but from looking into your background I can see that you have an ability with a boe staff." Bruce flicked opened a box on the table and tossed me a metal pole. "It's an extendable metal boe staff that can break in two. I've also included a utility built with a few optional extras and there is a tracking device in your boot that is connected to the Batcave and I can give you the codes to connect it to your Watchtower if you want. I also included a domino mask in the same colour of your suit if you want it."

"I have a suit," I snapped.

Bruce ignored me. "Think of it as a gift. Miss Quinn, I spent some time in Nanda Parbat myself, training with the League. I can recognize talent in others when I see it. You need more training and discipline but you have a place within our League."

"Perhaps Miss Quinn should read the rest of that file," Alfred suggested.

I paused and flicked open the file again. Reading over the words quickly I stopped when I was almost at the end of the page. "Oh my god! Malcolm plans to destroy the Glades? That's thousands of innocent people…that's Roy…I have to go!" I dropped the file and turned around. I got halfway towards the hanger doors but stopped. "I can take the suit right?"

Bruce nodded.

I dumped my bag on the ground and pulled my jacket off.

"Nice," Dick grinned before he was grabbed by Bruce and dragged away so I could put my new suit on.

++++++ So I picture Dick Greyson as the beloved Ian Somerhalder - cause he's fucking smoking hot ++++++