WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Nightwing slipped into the open window of room 1731 of the Ritz Hotel. He shook his head. People should know better, anyone could just climb right into this room. Assuming they had grapnel. And years of experience of breaking and entering.
It took him only a few seconds to find what he was looking for. The laptop was carelessly left on the coffee table in front of the television. He sat on the couch and opened it up. He made sure the sound was off before turning the machine on. It was louder than he thought turning it on. It sounded like a miniature jet engine starting up. He was reminded again how spoiled he was with his equipment. The computer hadn't been turned off, it was only in sleep mode, so the file he was looking for was still open.
This was easy, he thought.
He plugged a small machine into the computer and dialed a number. He turned the radio on again.
"Oracle here," the same computerized voice as before said.
"I'm sending you a file," he whispered. "I'll be by later to pick it up."
"Okay," was the only response.
The small machine read, Transmission Received. He unplugged it and shut the computer, leaving it just as he had found it.
"Got it," the voice spoke again. "See you later, then. Oracle out."
Nightwing glanced around the room looking for any hard copies. Probably in the bedroom, he thought.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Nightwing slipped into the open window of room 1731 of the Ritz Hotel. He shook his head. People should know better, anyone could just climb right into this room. Assuming they had grapnel. And years of experience of breaking and entering.
It took him only a few seconds to find what he was looking for. The laptop was carelessly left on the coffee table in front of the television. He sat on the couch and opened it up. He made sure the sound was off before turning the machine on. It was louder than he thought turning it on. It sounded like a miniature jet engine starting up. He was reminded again how spoiled he was with his equipment. The computer hadn't been turned off, it was only in sleep mode, so the file he was looking for was still open.
This was easy, he thought.
He plugged a small machine into the computer and dialed a number. He turned the radio on again.
"Oracle here," the same computerized voice as before said.
"I'm sending you a file," he whispered. "I'll be by later to pick it up."
"Okay," was the only response.
The small machine read, Transmission Received. He unplugged it and shut the computer, leaving it just as he had found it.
"Got it," the voice spoke again. "See you later, then. Oracle out."
Nightwing glanced around the room looking for any hard copies. Probably in the bedroom, he thought.