January 12th, 03:21, the Atlantic Ocean.

The waves of the ocean were the only thing he saw for miles ahead. The endless waves would've been irritating (or unsettling for Nightwing) but the moonlight which reflected off them made it seem beautiful. The clouds would come in the way of the light once in a while, and cast a dark shadow over the water surface but leave and the light would show the way again. He felt calm for a moment until he remembered why he was here, why he left Gotham; he was on a mission, one he needed to fulfil.

He looked back to see Cassandra, his daughter, looking out the window also admiring the scenery. He was skeptical of bringing her on this mission as she was the most qualified person to look after Gotham while he was gone; but he also felt satisfied that she was there as the person he could rely on. Besides, he was going to be seeing some really dangerous people and it was best that he didn't have to constantly worry and lookout for her.

It wasn't the first time they had to leave Gotham in search of something or someone but it definitely would be their longest outing. She was quiet but Bruce knew she was not pleased to leave Gotham just after returning. But he also could tell that she was excited to spend time with him after so long. More hours passed, and just as she was about to say something to Bruce, a call came. It was Oliver Queen.

December 21st, 24:47, Seattle.

A truck was speeding across the city, as the police chased behind. The truckers opened fire on the officers with really short training sessions because they miss EVERY SINGLE SHOT. The truck manages to escape the police and is driving on an empty road. Just when they feel safe, the truck imbalances and crashes into a pole. The people get out and notice the last two tires have been shot by an arrow. The arm their guns but arrows fly straight into the barrels. And from the roof lands the goddamn Green Arrow, smiles, and fires his infamous boxing glove arrow,

"I wouldn't have enjoyed it that much if you people didn't ruin my fricking date!"

The thugs took out knives and one took out a baseball bat, and charged forward. Arrow knocked one guy out by striking him with his bow, and dealt with another by sticking an arrow in his shoulder but the other guy knocked him off. He quickly took out an arrow and shot one rushing towards, grabbed the knife of another and punched him hard, the third used this and pushed Arrow to the ground and tried to hit him with the baseball. Arrow was constantly falling back and ducking the bat, than took out an arrow from his quiver and his aimed his bow from his foot and fired an arrow straight through the guy's shoulder. As the thugs laid there unconscious and/or in pain, Arrow removed his hood and marched towards the truck. He opened the stock and found dozens of wooden crates. Arrow takes out a crowbar arrow (just roll with it) and opens them to find some military grade weapons. Arrow can tell that one of the thugs is trying to get to his gun as quietly as possible, it could've worked if it weren't for Arrow being able to tell a sniper stalking him from nearly a mile away. He quickly fired an arrow straight through his hand. He walked towards him and held him up by his collar and asked him,

"Where did you get these?"

"Nunya ya business!"

"I make it my business, asshole! Tell me where did you get these from or else."

"Or else what?"

"I wish you hadn't asked."

He takes an arrow from his quiver and presses a switch on it and the tip begins to heat up. He than presses the burning hot tip against the guy's face. The man begins to wail like a child as arrow stares directly into his face. He asks him again,

"I can make this go further if you don't confess."

"DO YOUR FUCKING WORST!"

"Okay, you asked for it."

Oliver takes the arrow and shoves it up his ass. The guy's screams are now heard throughout the district. Oliver removes it and looks directly at him again,

"You'll recover, probably. But that was just a showcase that I can go further beyond that."

The guy calmed down and said,

"We d-don't *sigh don't know."

"That's a non-answer!"

"I swear man, we nev-never know. It was a trade done by an in-invisible seller."

"And who bought em?"

"Wha-what?"

"Who's your boss, dammit?!"

"A guy from Gotham; Wayne."

"Wayne? Are you sure?"

"Yeah. He was there in the flesh."

"How much did you pay the buyers?"

"We didn't pay in cash; we gave em some old maps and a couple a hard drives with some sorta... information on them... I'm not sure."

"And how much did he pay you?"

"500 grand he promised. He was gonna smuggle them across to Russia and we'd get paid later on."

"Thanks big guy."

He knocks the guy out cold and heads to his arrow-mobile (please, roll with this as well) and calls Batman.

"Hey spooky, I think you were right. These people don't have any idea who they're working for. They are paying the guy in old maps and hard drives, which I believe leads them to the buried treasure. This guy said their boss was you."

Batman turns up as a hologram and says,

"I've been seeing similar results here in Gotham. Was there anything else they said."

"They said the buyer was gonna sell these guns to the Russians."

"Tell me about the weapons."

"Some of the pistols kinda looked custom made, while others were stolen military grade weapons!"

"How did these people get their hands on military grade stuff?"

"I'd say they were sold to them. There are powerful industries who the military constantly buys from."

"Are you saying Wayne enterprises?"

"There's a possibility. But there are also other much likely suspects. Stagg industries, Kord electronics, even Queen industries have had a history of selling advanced weaponry to the army."

"I see your point. We'll look into this later, let's focus on our bigger problems first and look at this buyer after; unless he also has a play in this whole mess."

"Good to know, bats. If you need anything just call me at the arrow cave-uh, I mean the Quiver."