(AN) Um...well then. To my friend down in the Lonestar State, thank you for your praise. I have read your other review that you had posted and I'm glad to see someone who knows his Bat-history had such good things to say. If I'm ever down there, I'll look you up for some 9 Ball. And to my friend Njong, luv ya too. Thats why I'm Larry Luv.
Well, to anyone who posts a review, all is appreciated and loved. Let me know how well I do or how bad I suck. Happy New Year Y'all
I do not own anything affiliated with DC comics
Chapter 3 Revival and Revelation
Dick Grayson always knew one day this would happen. The day when HE would become Gotham's protector. He always felt that Batman would retire to Bruce Wayne's world and leave his work for his protege. Dick knew that, maybe, he would ask Tim to take over for him in Bludhaven, like Bludhaven was the Minor League system of the Batman lineage. As if Nightwing would be one step, or bullet, away from becoming The Batman.
Well, he never expected this.
Being Gotham's protector as Nightwing and a Martian taking the mantle of the Bat. Dick felt that Babs would be the only other person to realize how funny and pathetic that is.
"Dick, get some rest", J'onn said.
"Yeah your right", Nightwing yawned. "Calling it a night would be a good idea".
"You know", J'onn joked. "Batman would have forced me to telepathically put him to sleep before he listened to any of my advice."
"Well, why don't you try to "Telepathically" make Alfred whip up some breakfast before I go to bed", Nightwing retorted.
"I already did. Go butter your toast."
Dick used the last of his energy to laugh at that before saying goodnight. J'onn had enjoyed his time with Dick and Alfred. Being a telepath, he liked to believe he understood Batman fairly well. Why he choose not to join the League full time. Why he is so distant from the other League members. Why he just keeps to himself.
True, Batman did not trust Metas. He felt that unearned power was always dangerous. J'onn respected and, to a certain point, agreed with Batman's view on Metas. But even if he wasn't surrounded by Metas in the League, Batman would still most likey be distant. But being at Batman's home, with his surrogant father and son, he could not see how a human being could lack the common practice of brotherhood. Coming to that realization, J'onn finally understood how consumed Batman was to his cause. It was very noble and rightious cause to believe in. J'onn just wondered if Batman deserved more.
After a few minutes of working on the computer, J'onn realized he wasn't alone.
Hello, Cassie.
Hi, J'onny
Cassandra had managed to take a page out of Tim Drake's way of life by giving J'onn, the Martian Manunter, a nickname.
How was your patrol?
It was quiet tonight, just a pick pocket and a peeping tom. Gotham criminals are starting to bore me.
The major ones are under maximum security, Cassandra. Batman had been quite busy over the last couple of years. With the four of you working together, you took care of a lot of nuisances. Batman even had some spare time to work with the Justice League.
Cassandra had been spending a lot of time with J'onn since he's been working with her and Nightwing. She found his company and conversation to be enlightening.
Hey, J'onn.
Yes?
Why can I speak only in my mind. No physical damage was ever found with my vocal chords. Why can't the words be spoken?
J'onn started to see some of the true frustrations come out of Cassandra. He knew she had a lot on her mind, given that she had no way to let it out. He could use both his mind and voice to communicate. He couldn't not help but to feel for her.
Cassandra, sometimes even humans, well spoken educated humans, get tongue tied. Maybe you are suffering from the worst possible case. You probably just need someone who's good at untieing.
Cassandra saw the humor in the Martian and it made her feel good. Tim always made her laugh. Even when he tried to spare with her, but she knew he wasn't trying to be funny then. She liked the fact that she could be funny back with J'onn.
Well, I'm going back to the Clocktower to get some sleep. Tell Dick that the Warehouse was deserted, again, and I watched for almost three hours. I think its safe to say its a dead end.
Ok, then. Good night Cassie.
Good night, J'onny.
Dick was enjoying the last of his over easy eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and toast. He wasn't a coffee person, dispite his own disbelief, so he enjoyed taking in as much orange juice as possible. Alfred had taken to washing dishes while Dick sat the the kitchen table letting his food settle. Dick had the wretched habit of stratching his stomach area and belching like an infant.
"Master Dick", Alfred began. "If you require to pass any oral indigestion, may I suggest you wait until after my Waterloo?"
"Sorry, Al", Dick said. "I can't help it if I still can't get over home cooked meals."
"Perhaps if you went home, the experience would be more satisfiying."
Dick took that as his cue for Alfred to begin his uninterrupted duties, without him burping in his face. Dick thanked Alfred for the wonderfull dinner, but told him not to expect at tip. He gathered his tired carcass and headed for bed. He planned on making his round to see Bruce in his room before he made it to bed. Since it was in the same direction as his room, going to Bruce's "Furnished Gymnasium" wasn't out of the way at all.
Dick gently grabbed the door knob and slowly began to open the door. He would have continued this motion fluidly had he not heard someone say. "Go ahead, its open."
Dick nearly fell to the ground when he heard what sounded like Bruce's voice. He opened the door to see Bruce sitting in a perfect posture in his monarch sized bed. Bruce had his eyes closed. This was one of his meditation techniques when he had a headache in the morning.
"I take it that's not helping the cobbwebs?", Dick carried on.
"No, but its a start", Bruce replied as Batman.
"How do you feel?"
"Lousy."
Dick finally stepped from the doorway and sat at the chair next to the monsterous bed.
"Bruce, what happened."
"It was Ras. He infultrated our computer shortly after I returned from Las Vegas. He downloaded everything from the harddrive and had it stored in a private computer. The message left for me told me to go to Cairo and meet him."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"He said to go alone."
"Bruce, I know you better than that. I know its been a while since we were partners, but you could have said something. Hell, the League would have had your back. J'onn would have easily made it easier for you and..."
"Dick", Bruce struggled. "He had downloaded all of my personal files. On ALL of us."
"He already knew that I was your ward back then. Plus I know he keeps tabs on you now and has a good idea on your roster updates."
"It goes beyond that, Dick. I had files on the League as well."
Dick had no prior knowledge of what files Bruce was referring to, but all it took was the look in Bruce's eyes to get what he was saying.
"And just how detailed are those files?"
Bruce gave only the stare as his answer.
"Jesus, Bruce. If he had the chance to use those..."
"He would have killed all of us. Thats why I went to Egypt. I was going to do whatever it took to get that information destroyed. The very idea of him putting that kind of notch in his belt would only feed his insanity further."
"Well, he's gone now, Bruce. Did you manage to destroy his files?"
Bruce answered by getting out of bed and putting on his robe.
"Meet me in the cave."
Robin had been reaping the rewards of working with the Justice League. The very idea of creative control over his personal crime fighting techniques, and imput from the different League members only make him excel even further. He has taken an approach to his overall way of living that Superman described as 'Batman with social skills'. Robin had also taken the liberty of making a small lab in his room to serve his new hobby of 'tinkering' with his new found equipment.
Robin had been at the Watchtower now for two months. Not once since his arrival did he make it back to earth or truely desire to go back. The simulater in the trainning room provided a virtual version of Gotham to practice his roof top persuit and grapple training. His time has been spent mostly on sharpening his fighting and technological skills. He couldn't help but overhear Green Lantern tell Hawkgirl that Robin could be Justice League material before his time in the Tower was done.
He spent his free time either conversing with the others, or just playing online chess with Oracle. Through communications, Oracle had noticed a dramatic change in Robin in such a short time. His true level of maturity finally managed to show itself. He still managed to be a kid once in a while. When you live with Flash, its hard not to. But she also noticed his overall intellegence had matured to a 'Batman-like' level.
Robin had even been given moniter duty, overseeing all activty on earth. He couldn't help but to call Oracle and tell her that his harddrive was faster than hers. He tried not be a battle starved person or let his position get to his head. It was just too hard not to. He couldn't help but think that he would never had gotten this far in such a short time with Batman. The League left him to his own devices and now he has become far more effective than even he dreamed of being.
Robin was currently on monitor duty when the Javelin 7 returned from its latest mission.
"Watchtower, this is Javelin 7", Hawkgirl's voice came over Robin's earpiece.
"I hear you Javelin 7", Robin replied. "Opening hatch."
"Robin", Hawkgirl continued, this time more distraught. "Get the medical bay ready to receive Flash and Diana. We also had to save a unidentified alien lifeform. So prepare three beds."
"Roger", Robin said already heading towards the medical bay. "What can you tell me about the alien lifeform so I can prepare to treat it going by its physiology."
"Race unknown. Humaniod, female, roughly fifteen to eighteen earth years old."
Robin hated not knowing the full details. "Roger that, I'll have three beds ready."
The League had been called away to answer a distress signal. An unidentified ship of refugees were passing through the Jupitor area and was not responding to any radio frequencies. Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Flash, and Diana intercepted the ship only to discover that in fact it was a slave vessel that had skewed off course and had been adrift for an undetermined amount of time.
Robin waited in the medical bay with beds ready to recieve patients. After 30 seconds from landing, three stretchers were carried in by GL, Hawkgirl right behind him.
"What happened to them?", Robin asked as he took a look at Diana, Flash, and the alien girl. It was as though they were frozen in time. Eyes wide open, the look of surprise or fear filled their faces.
"It was a Stunbomb", GL said. "It causes the body to freeze dead in its tracks. The ship was booby trapped. If they are not revived within twenty minutes, the body shuts down permanantly. So that leaves us ten minutes."
"Wonderful", Robin said, already at work.
It took exactly seven minutes and twenty-five seconds to revive all three. Diana regained conciousness immediately while Flash took about one minute. The alien girl, however, appeared to be previoiusly injured and remaind asleep.
After a few minutes of checking out Diana and Flash, the League gathered to the control room. Diana and Flash were still a little shaken from the days events.
"Diana, how are you feeling", Robin asked.
"I'm fine Tim", Diana answered with a light smile. "Flash?"
"Super", he groaned.
"The girl is still out. Her vitals, from what we can tell, appear to have her in stable condition", GL said. "I'll trasmit samples of her DNA to the Green Lantern Corps. See if they can make a match."
Green Lantern walked out of the room with the girls DNA sample. Robin walked beside the alien to examine her again. She was tall, yellow hue skin, orange hair. When he checked her pupils, he noticed her large, green eyes.
"What were the specs of the ship?", Robin asked.
"It self destructed before we could ID it", Hawkgirl said. "Whatever it was doing out here, its obvious this was a slave vessal. The girl was the only life sign we picked up."
"Well", Robin began. "All we can do is wait and monitor her. If any word comes back to us about her phys......"
Robin was interrupted by his earpiece.
"Robin here"
"Robin", said that familiar voice.
"B..Batman?"
The rest of the league looked at eachother realitively startled by what Robin said.
"I need you back at the cave. Alone."
"Bu...ok. But first we've got this...."
"Now."
Robin felt the last two months completely leave him.
"Uh...Roger. Robin out."
The rest of the League looked at Robin with ready eyes. He just looked to the ground for a minute. He was really, really happy to hear his voice, but to hear his damand? That made Tim Drake feel completely unsettled.
"Tim?", Diana broke the silence."What happened?"
Robin looked up with a blank look that the league had seen somewhere before. He turned around to walk away, but stopped and turned his head back to his 'teamates'.
"He's awake. I have to go."
Robin had been preparing one the escape pods to land in Gotham harbor, where a positioned Batboat would be waiting for him. He noticed Diana two minutes ago standing at the doorway to the landing bay.
"Sorry, Diana", Robin began. "I just was caught off guard back there."
Diana walked over to her newest friend and teammate. She looked down and placed both hands on each of his shoulders.
"Are you sure your alright?", she genuinely asked.
"Di, I don't know anymore. Before, I was Batman's sidekick. Before that, just a kid he took in. Even before that, I was boosting tires just to make some money, because my dead beat dad was too busy running goods for Two-Face to bother with dinner. I think now, for the first time in my life, I'm my own person. Not because of fate or situation. But because of choice. Because of freedom. I'm just afraid that Bruce may not be ready to except that."
Diana eased her hand from his shoulders, then held him in an embrace.
"No matter what happens, Tim, we are here for you. You will always have a place with us. Batman or no Batman."
Tim managed to look up at her with a smirk.
"Do you know what he would do if he heard you say what you just said?"
"It would be fine by me. He owes me a rematch anyway."
Tim and Diana laughed for a second then she embraced him again.
"You are family to me now, Robin. I expect your well being to be top priorty. Even if I have to make it so myself."
Tim was starting to feel like his old self now.
"Hey Di, got room for another?", he said. "Care for an uncomfortable flight and an even more uncomofortable landing in Gotham Harbor."
"Why, Robin", Diana began. "The little bird is daring to challenge his nest?"
"I think my chances would be greater if you were there. Besides, J'onn is there. Why can't you be?"
Diana activated her earpiece. "Hawkgirl, this is Diana. I'm heading to Earth. Uh huh. No. Personal business."
Diana put on her spacesuit after robin had his secure. Robin jumped in the modified cockpit and Diana climbed behind him and situated herself by putting her legs around Robin's sides. This obviously got his attention
"Practicality?", Robin said, slighty flustered.
"Maybe", Diana teased.
"Fair enough. Hold on to something tight."
When she did, he was a bit more flustered.
Well, to anyone who posts a review, all is appreciated and loved. Let me know how well I do or how bad I suck. Happy New Year Y'all
I do not own anything affiliated with DC comics
Chapter 3 Revival and Revelation
Dick Grayson always knew one day this would happen. The day when HE would become Gotham's protector. He always felt that Batman would retire to Bruce Wayne's world and leave his work for his protege. Dick knew that, maybe, he would ask Tim to take over for him in Bludhaven, like Bludhaven was the Minor League system of the Batman lineage. As if Nightwing would be one step, or bullet, away from becoming The Batman.
Well, he never expected this.
Being Gotham's protector as Nightwing and a Martian taking the mantle of the Bat. Dick felt that Babs would be the only other person to realize how funny and pathetic that is.
"Dick, get some rest", J'onn said.
"Yeah your right", Nightwing yawned. "Calling it a night would be a good idea".
"You know", J'onn joked. "Batman would have forced me to telepathically put him to sleep before he listened to any of my advice."
"Well, why don't you try to "Telepathically" make Alfred whip up some breakfast before I go to bed", Nightwing retorted.
"I already did. Go butter your toast."
Dick used the last of his energy to laugh at that before saying goodnight. J'onn had enjoyed his time with Dick and Alfred. Being a telepath, he liked to believe he understood Batman fairly well. Why he choose not to join the League full time. Why he is so distant from the other League members. Why he just keeps to himself.
True, Batman did not trust Metas. He felt that unearned power was always dangerous. J'onn respected and, to a certain point, agreed with Batman's view on Metas. But even if he wasn't surrounded by Metas in the League, Batman would still most likey be distant. But being at Batman's home, with his surrogant father and son, he could not see how a human being could lack the common practice of brotherhood. Coming to that realization, J'onn finally understood how consumed Batman was to his cause. It was very noble and rightious cause to believe in. J'onn just wondered if Batman deserved more.
After a few minutes of working on the computer, J'onn realized he wasn't alone.
Hello, Cassie.
Hi, J'onny
Cassandra had managed to take a page out of Tim Drake's way of life by giving J'onn, the Martian Manunter, a nickname.
How was your patrol?
It was quiet tonight, just a pick pocket and a peeping tom. Gotham criminals are starting to bore me.
The major ones are under maximum security, Cassandra. Batman had been quite busy over the last couple of years. With the four of you working together, you took care of a lot of nuisances. Batman even had some spare time to work with the Justice League.
Cassandra had been spending a lot of time with J'onn since he's been working with her and Nightwing. She found his company and conversation to be enlightening.
Hey, J'onn.
Yes?
Why can I speak only in my mind. No physical damage was ever found with my vocal chords. Why can't the words be spoken?
J'onn started to see some of the true frustrations come out of Cassandra. He knew she had a lot on her mind, given that she had no way to let it out. He could use both his mind and voice to communicate. He couldn't not help but to feel for her.
Cassandra, sometimes even humans, well spoken educated humans, get tongue tied. Maybe you are suffering from the worst possible case. You probably just need someone who's good at untieing.
Cassandra saw the humor in the Martian and it made her feel good. Tim always made her laugh. Even when he tried to spare with her, but she knew he wasn't trying to be funny then. She liked the fact that she could be funny back with J'onn.
Well, I'm going back to the Clocktower to get some sleep. Tell Dick that the Warehouse was deserted, again, and I watched for almost three hours. I think its safe to say its a dead end.
Ok, then. Good night Cassie.
Good night, J'onny.
Dick was enjoying the last of his over easy eggs, bacon, hashbrowns and toast. He wasn't a coffee person, dispite his own disbelief, so he enjoyed taking in as much orange juice as possible. Alfred had taken to washing dishes while Dick sat the the kitchen table letting his food settle. Dick had the wretched habit of stratching his stomach area and belching like an infant.
"Master Dick", Alfred began. "If you require to pass any oral indigestion, may I suggest you wait until after my Waterloo?"
"Sorry, Al", Dick said. "I can't help it if I still can't get over home cooked meals."
"Perhaps if you went home, the experience would be more satisfiying."
Dick took that as his cue for Alfred to begin his uninterrupted duties, without him burping in his face. Dick thanked Alfred for the wonderfull dinner, but told him not to expect at tip. He gathered his tired carcass and headed for bed. He planned on making his round to see Bruce in his room before he made it to bed. Since it was in the same direction as his room, going to Bruce's "Furnished Gymnasium" wasn't out of the way at all.
Dick gently grabbed the door knob and slowly began to open the door. He would have continued this motion fluidly had he not heard someone say. "Go ahead, its open."
Dick nearly fell to the ground when he heard what sounded like Bruce's voice. He opened the door to see Bruce sitting in a perfect posture in his monarch sized bed. Bruce had his eyes closed. This was one of his meditation techniques when he had a headache in the morning.
"I take it that's not helping the cobbwebs?", Dick carried on.
"No, but its a start", Bruce replied as Batman.
"How do you feel?"
"Lousy."
Dick finally stepped from the doorway and sat at the chair next to the monsterous bed.
"Bruce, what happened."
"It was Ras. He infultrated our computer shortly after I returned from Las Vegas. He downloaded everything from the harddrive and had it stored in a private computer. The message left for me told me to go to Cairo and meet him."
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"He said to go alone."
"Bruce, I know you better than that. I know its been a while since we were partners, but you could have said something. Hell, the League would have had your back. J'onn would have easily made it easier for you and..."
"Dick", Bruce struggled. "He had downloaded all of my personal files. On ALL of us."
"He already knew that I was your ward back then. Plus I know he keeps tabs on you now and has a good idea on your roster updates."
"It goes beyond that, Dick. I had files on the League as well."
Dick had no prior knowledge of what files Bruce was referring to, but all it took was the look in Bruce's eyes to get what he was saying.
"And just how detailed are those files?"
Bruce gave only the stare as his answer.
"Jesus, Bruce. If he had the chance to use those..."
"He would have killed all of us. Thats why I went to Egypt. I was going to do whatever it took to get that information destroyed. The very idea of him putting that kind of notch in his belt would only feed his insanity further."
"Well, he's gone now, Bruce. Did you manage to destroy his files?"
Bruce answered by getting out of bed and putting on his robe.
"Meet me in the cave."
Robin had been reaping the rewards of working with the Justice League. The very idea of creative control over his personal crime fighting techniques, and imput from the different League members only make him excel even further. He has taken an approach to his overall way of living that Superman described as 'Batman with social skills'. Robin had also taken the liberty of making a small lab in his room to serve his new hobby of 'tinkering' with his new found equipment.
Robin had been at the Watchtower now for two months. Not once since his arrival did he make it back to earth or truely desire to go back. The simulater in the trainning room provided a virtual version of Gotham to practice his roof top persuit and grapple training. His time has been spent mostly on sharpening his fighting and technological skills. He couldn't help but overhear Green Lantern tell Hawkgirl that Robin could be Justice League material before his time in the Tower was done.
He spent his free time either conversing with the others, or just playing online chess with Oracle. Through communications, Oracle had noticed a dramatic change in Robin in such a short time. His true level of maturity finally managed to show itself. He still managed to be a kid once in a while. When you live with Flash, its hard not to. But she also noticed his overall intellegence had matured to a 'Batman-like' level.
Robin had even been given moniter duty, overseeing all activty on earth. He couldn't help but to call Oracle and tell her that his harddrive was faster than hers. He tried not be a battle starved person or let his position get to his head. It was just too hard not to. He couldn't help but think that he would never had gotten this far in such a short time with Batman. The League left him to his own devices and now he has become far more effective than even he dreamed of being.
Robin was currently on monitor duty when the Javelin 7 returned from its latest mission.
"Watchtower, this is Javelin 7", Hawkgirl's voice came over Robin's earpiece.
"I hear you Javelin 7", Robin replied. "Opening hatch."
"Robin", Hawkgirl continued, this time more distraught. "Get the medical bay ready to receive Flash and Diana. We also had to save a unidentified alien lifeform. So prepare three beds."
"Roger", Robin said already heading towards the medical bay. "What can you tell me about the alien lifeform so I can prepare to treat it going by its physiology."
"Race unknown. Humaniod, female, roughly fifteen to eighteen earth years old."
Robin hated not knowing the full details. "Roger that, I'll have three beds ready."
The League had been called away to answer a distress signal. An unidentified ship of refugees were passing through the Jupitor area and was not responding to any radio frequencies. Green Lantern, Hawkgirl, Flash, and Diana intercepted the ship only to discover that in fact it was a slave vessel that had skewed off course and had been adrift for an undetermined amount of time.
Robin waited in the medical bay with beds ready to recieve patients. After 30 seconds from landing, three stretchers were carried in by GL, Hawkgirl right behind him.
"What happened to them?", Robin asked as he took a look at Diana, Flash, and the alien girl. It was as though they were frozen in time. Eyes wide open, the look of surprise or fear filled their faces.
"It was a Stunbomb", GL said. "It causes the body to freeze dead in its tracks. The ship was booby trapped. If they are not revived within twenty minutes, the body shuts down permanantly. So that leaves us ten minutes."
"Wonderful", Robin said, already at work.
It took exactly seven minutes and twenty-five seconds to revive all three. Diana regained conciousness immediately while Flash took about one minute. The alien girl, however, appeared to be previoiusly injured and remaind asleep.
After a few minutes of checking out Diana and Flash, the League gathered to the control room. Diana and Flash were still a little shaken from the days events.
"Diana, how are you feeling", Robin asked.
"I'm fine Tim", Diana answered with a light smile. "Flash?"
"Super", he groaned.
"The girl is still out. Her vitals, from what we can tell, appear to have her in stable condition", GL said. "I'll trasmit samples of her DNA to the Green Lantern Corps. See if they can make a match."
Green Lantern walked out of the room with the girls DNA sample. Robin walked beside the alien to examine her again. She was tall, yellow hue skin, orange hair. When he checked her pupils, he noticed her large, green eyes.
"What were the specs of the ship?", Robin asked.
"It self destructed before we could ID it", Hawkgirl said. "Whatever it was doing out here, its obvious this was a slave vessal. The girl was the only life sign we picked up."
"Well", Robin began. "All we can do is wait and monitor her. If any word comes back to us about her phys......"
Robin was interrupted by his earpiece.
"Robin here"
"Robin", said that familiar voice.
"B..Batman?"
The rest of the league looked at eachother realitively startled by what Robin said.
"I need you back at the cave. Alone."
"Bu...ok. But first we've got this...."
"Now."
Robin felt the last two months completely leave him.
"Uh...Roger. Robin out."
The rest of the League looked at Robin with ready eyes. He just looked to the ground for a minute. He was really, really happy to hear his voice, but to hear his damand? That made Tim Drake feel completely unsettled.
"Tim?", Diana broke the silence."What happened?"
Robin looked up with a blank look that the league had seen somewhere before. He turned around to walk away, but stopped and turned his head back to his 'teamates'.
"He's awake. I have to go."
Robin had been preparing one the escape pods to land in Gotham harbor, where a positioned Batboat would be waiting for him. He noticed Diana two minutes ago standing at the doorway to the landing bay.
"Sorry, Diana", Robin began. "I just was caught off guard back there."
Diana walked over to her newest friend and teammate. She looked down and placed both hands on each of his shoulders.
"Are you sure your alright?", she genuinely asked.
"Di, I don't know anymore. Before, I was Batman's sidekick. Before that, just a kid he took in. Even before that, I was boosting tires just to make some money, because my dead beat dad was too busy running goods for Two-Face to bother with dinner. I think now, for the first time in my life, I'm my own person. Not because of fate or situation. But because of choice. Because of freedom. I'm just afraid that Bruce may not be ready to except that."
Diana eased her hand from his shoulders, then held him in an embrace.
"No matter what happens, Tim, we are here for you. You will always have a place with us. Batman or no Batman."
Tim managed to look up at her with a smirk.
"Do you know what he would do if he heard you say what you just said?"
"It would be fine by me. He owes me a rematch anyway."
Tim and Diana laughed for a second then she embraced him again.
"You are family to me now, Robin. I expect your well being to be top priorty. Even if I have to make it so myself."
Tim was starting to feel like his old self now.
"Hey Di, got room for another?", he said. "Care for an uncomfortable flight and an even more uncomofortable landing in Gotham Harbor."
"Why, Robin", Diana began. "The little bird is daring to challenge his nest?"
"I think my chances would be greater if you were there. Besides, J'onn is there. Why can't you be?"
Diana activated her earpiece. "Hawkgirl, this is Diana. I'm heading to Earth. Uh huh. No. Personal business."
Diana put on her spacesuit after robin had his secure. Robin jumped in the modified cockpit and Diana climbed behind him and situated herself by putting her legs around Robin's sides. This obviously got his attention
"Practicality?", Robin said, slighty flustered.
"Maybe", Diana teased.
"Fair enough. Hold on to something tight."
When she did, he was a bit more flustered.