Part 2 The Illegal Alien Invasion.
Nightwing lay sprawled on his bed dozing. Suddenly he opened his eyes and stared in shock at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read 10:23.
-Even though there is no shrilling sound coming from it, I wake up alarmed. I was supposed to be at work an hour ago.
Nightwing leapt down from the edge of a raised roadway to the building to the rear of the building below it.
-Normally I take the car to work, even though it's a little slower then going by rooftop.
-But having the car parked just above helps me get to my other job quicker.
Nightwing bent down to a small iron barred window right at ground level. He grabbed the bars and lifted them upwards. The bars had hinges built right into the bars themselves.
-When I arrive normally I walk through the front door. But this is how I leave work sometimes.
He slipped into a darkened room.
-This is the locked supply closet where I can change into my Nightwing outfit.
He opened the door of the supply room and came out dressed in his police uniform.
-Strait from one job to another.
He rounded the corner, a portly older gentleman saw him. "Grayson? I never even saw you come in; we thought you were late and overslept. Where have you been?"
"Uh I was in the washroom."
"For that long?"
"Uh… I've been eating way too many donuts lately, you know how it is."
The officer nodded. "Yeah I understand, but Amy been looking all over for you. She finally got tired of waiting for you and took the patrol car out."
"I'll get dispatch to call her right after I go to my locker and pick up my sidearm."
Dick opened his locker. He heard a beeping sound coming from the top self.
-My wristband communicator? Who could be trying to call me?
Dick looked around to make sure he was alone in the looker room. Then depressed a button on the small wristband. A small screen lit up with Oracle's face.
"Babs, you're calling me at work. What is it, what's wrong? Is the world in danger? Has something come up with Batman?"
"Actually there's nothing on that scale, but I figure you being you you'd want to hear this. Remember that Santa Priscian refugee Jesus."
"Yeah I dropped him off last night. He's in good hands."
"He's about to be deported."
"What?"
"He's been sent to the airport on the next flight out."
-Technically I was at a moral crossroads. While I was in this uniform I was to uphold the laws of the country. I had sworn an oath to serve and protect all citizens of this great land.
-And Jesus was not a citizen.
Officer Grayson laid his police hat into his locker.
-I had also made a promise to Jesus. But I had made it as Nightwing, who routinely broke the laws of the country in order to serve and protect the people. It wasn't hard deciding which promise to keep.
Officer Grayson headed toward the supply closet door, he opened the door, revealing its dark interior.
Nightwing headed out of the supply closet.
-It was as simple as a change of cloths.
Nightwing opened the door to the police garage and peaked inside.
Pablo was underneath one of the police cars working obliviously.
-The place Jesus is being held, a police officer would have better access to him then a masked vigilante.
Nightwing wore a black leather jacket labeled with the tag Bludhaven police motorcycle patrol. He stealthily headed over a nearby door and stepped into it. There were a few police cars as well as some motorcycles in the side garage.
-But Officer Grayson can't get involved in this lawbreaking.
He went over to one of the motorcycles and began to roll it toward the garage door.
-I have to leave that up to Officer Nightwing.
Nightwing prepared to open the garage door. He was startled by a voice from behind him. "Senor Nightwing?"
Nightwing turned somewhat embarrassed. "Um Pablo hi."
"What are you doing stealing a motorcycle, I had thought you were one of the good guys."
"I can explain Pablo."
-Yeah like that ever works. I'm going to have to punch him out.
"Jesus is being deported and I was going to use this cop disguise to fool the authorities and help escape." Nightwing clenched his fist in readiness.
"What senor Nightwing, are you loco?"
-Oh well it was worth a shot.
"Well…" He drew back his fist.
"They're never going to believe just one cop showing up, and call Miguel and Angelo."
Nightwing pulled his punch and looked at Pablo puzzled. "Huh?"
Nightwing, wearing the jacket and helmet, flipped down the kickstand of the motorcycle.
"And you will need a real policemen's uniform." Pablo tossed him a pair of dark pants as well as a light blue shirt with police insignias attached to it.
Nightwing caught the uniform and looked down in horror at the nametag. Officer D. Grayson was stamped over the breast pocket. "Where did you get this?"
Pablo pulled on a shirt it too had Officer D. Grayson stamped on the breast. "The supply closet is full of em. Some kinky chick must use it for extracurricular activities. I use em for rags. Sure would like to meet that Grayson chick though."
Nightwing rode on a motorcycle in tandem with three other riders.
-My life has suddenly gotten really strange.
-Here I am Officer Nightwing with Officers Pablo, Miguel and Angelo.
-We're all disguised as Officer Grayson. Well except for me, I actually happen to be Officer Grayson.
-Officer Grayson is off duty at the moment however, and technically even that isn't true.
The old war era armored bus, containing those to be deported back to Santa Prisca, pulled up at the airport entrance.
A uniformed immigration official stood at the entrance to the bus. "All right everybody off."
Four motorcycle cops approached the bus. Nightwing looked toward it, his large mirrored sunglasses and helmet obscured his masked face. Standing in the bus, prepared to depart it, was Jesus.
A broad smile crossed Nightwing's face.
Nightwing drove his motorcycle right up to the front of the bus. The other three halted just behind him.
Nightwing stepped of his bike slowly, very calmly he said. "Get these people back inside the bus, they're coming with us."
-Number one rule of the bluff. Attitude is everything, be cool, and be confident.
"What's going on here?" asked the immigration official.
"One of them, we believe, may be involved in a crime committed on US soil. They're coming down to the station for questioning."
-Number two rule of the bluff, have a believable lie.
Nightwing pulled his bike up along side the airport wall. He walked over to the bus and stepped inside. He stepped behind the driver's seat and smiled at the immigration official. "Thanks."
"Uh you're welcome." The official stared stupidly at the bus. Nightwing pulled the lever to close the door.
Nightwing hit the gas and the old armored prisoner transport bus, took off, the three police escorting it.
Nightwing removed his sunglasses and looked behind him. "Jesus?"
"Senor Nightwing?" Jesus called out. He rushed up from the back of the bus overjoyed.
One of the men spoke English. "Senor Nightwing? You are not the police then? You are the famous rock star Jesus has told us of?"
"Cripes, has Jesus told you I'm a superstar."
Jesus started to say many things in Spanish. The man translated for him.
"They said I was not allowed to stay in America."
"What happened, didn't you give them the letter?"
"They did not believe it."
-Serves me right for telling them the truth.
Nightwing turned to the translator. "What are you being deported for?"
"Me and my family have been working without visas."
"In some sweat shop I bet."
"The life we have here in America is heaven compared to the hell that awaits us at home. Even with its oppressive regime, refugees from Santa Prisca are considered economic not political. "
"Political? Hmm…" Nightwing smiled. "I have some friends up in Gotham with some political influence. You know how us rock stars are always into political causes.
We should be able to get you those visas after all."
The man turned to his wife overjoyed. "We have a da visa baby."
-We head toward the other edge of town to my garage so we can switch to a less recognizable vehicle.
-The Bludhaven roadway system is littered with stoplights. Near rush hour, everything slows to a crawl.
The bus stopped at a set of lights
A cop car pulled up along side the escorted bus. The cop on the passenger side rolled down his window. "What's the cargo?"
Pablo spoke up nervously. "We're escorting ah…ah… the president of Latin America."
"Really the president of Latin America? What's he doing in an armored prison bus instead of a fancy limo?"
Pablo fidgeted. "Um… Because we have to… to…"
"Protect him from the assassins." Miguel chipped in.
"Yes!" Pablo said relieved. "Yes, the terrorist assassins trying to kill the president of Latin America."
The cop's eyes widened. "Terrorist assassins? Hell, we'll ride along too. I'll call in a few more cars."
Nightwing heard the conversation through a small opened window in the bus. "I can't believe this is happening."
Pablo pulled in front of the bus and reached his hand back in a gesture for Nightwing to follow him
Nightwing looked at Pablo confused from behind the wheel of the bus. "Where the hell is he going?"
-This is nuts I'm following Pablo god knows where, and there are already three police escorts on our tail.
-This is not what I planned. What strange new path will we go down next?
Pablo Miguel and Angelo pulled off the paved roadway onto a dirt road. Nightwing and the escorts followed them.
-I had to ask.
They rode down a steep gravel trail. At the end of the hill they could see numerous motorcycles lined together. Various automobiles were also parked nearby.
-Oh my god it's El Speedy Gonzoes and they're meeting with the Slinks. It's the buy, it's going down.
Pablo and the others made a mad sprint to the side. They used a ramp built into the natural terrain to jump the chain link fence. Nightwing trailed behind in the large bus.
-This thing ways a ton, no way it's gonna clear the fence. But I use my weight to my advantage.
Nightwing hit the gas and stormed strait down the hill. He flew right past where the buy was being made. Immediately the gangs began to scatter. Then several of the gang members began to withdraw firearms, mostly handguns, and began shooting at the armored bus as it drove away. Their bullets bounced harmlessly against the armor.
The bus smashed through the chain link fence it was dragged very briefly before it fell away back over the Bus.
The police cars following them halted as the spied the gang members fire on the bus.
One of the officers got on his radio. "Backup! We need backup! Send everything you got!"
"What is it car 47? What's going on?"
"It's terrorist assassins! They're trying to kill the president of Latin America!"
Nightwing chucked as he listened in on his mini police band radio. He hit the gas driving over clear flat grassy plane, following the others.
-My garage isn't far away. For the first time in ages we're in the clear.
The deportees slowly piled out of the bus. Pablo, on the seat of his motorcycle, smiled.
"Thanks a lot Pablo, Miguel and Angelo, I wouldn't have been able to do this without your help." Nightwing approached them.
-Well… not as interestingly.
"It is our pleasure. Strange that riding with you, the outlaw vigilante, and impersonating police would feel so right, so just." Pablo strapped back on his police helmet. "It is about time the Bludhaven police served the cause of justice, you may not know this senor Nightwing but there is a great deal of corruption in the department."
Miguel nudged Angelo and pointed to his nametag. "This Grayson chick is a dirty, heh, heh, down and dirty, cop too I heard."
-That is the last time I leave my uniform in the supply closet. Well… unless I run into this Grayson chick.
Nightwing parked the schoolbus in front of the Gotham Custom's and Immigration building. Nightwing stepped out of the bus wearing the dark leather jacket and helmet and sunglasses.
A man thin man in a sharp blue suit approached. "Hi immigration attorney Phil Eagle, from Waynecorp." He shook Nightwing's thick motorcycle gloved hand. "Thank you very much officer I'll take it from here."
He spoke to the group in Spanish. Then he started to walk toward the immigration buildings doors. The group from the bus began to follow him.
Nightwing bent down to Jesus who stood before him.
Jesus had, with dark women's lipstick, drawn on his face the giant bat Nightwing wore as his mask. "America rock star, senor Nightwing."
"Jesus you can't go around with your face painted up like that."
Nightwing reached under his sunglass and removed his mask from underneath them. He handed it to Jesus. "Here you go, Jesus. Now you can be a rock star. Although it wouldn't hurt you, to learn to play an instrument too."
Jesus strapped the mask over his face, and twirled his air guitar.
He hugged Nightwing around the neck and handed him a crumpled piece of paper.
"Gracias, adios senor Nightwing." Jesus ran into the immigration building with the others.
Nightwing got back onto the school bus. He sat in the drivers seat and read the note. Jesus' translator had obviously done the writing, as it was in English.
Dear Mr. Nightwing,
Thank you for saving me.
Your American friend,
Jesus
"Saving Jesus" Magnus Parvus
