It was a muggy night in Gotham. Two figures crept along the top level of the clock tower. They kept low, and out of sight. All that could be seen was their dark figures, and their bright white eyes.
Across the way the Watt's gang were holding a late night meeting, in the top penthouse suite.
"Looks like the rest of the crew have arrived." Tim whispered, as he looked through his scope.
"Good. It's getting late, I still need to do my History homework." Marti said, readying her grapple gun."
"I don't know how you can think of such a mundane thing right now."
She shrugged at this, and signaled him to ready his gun.
Standing on the edge of the clock tower, a bright and very alive city was beneath them. The sound of traffic, and distant hum nightclubs filled breeze that whipped up into their faces.
"Alright." Marti looked over to Tim. "On three. One… Two… Three!"
Together they shot their grapple guns across the gap, and glided down to the penthouse suite. They crashed through the window at the same time, rolling forward to break their fall. Immediately gunshots rang out, and they spit up. Each of them tossing either batarangs to disarm goons, or full on taking them on with hand to hand combat. Their movements were well timed, and harmonized together. They quickly laid waste to the group, taking the last goon out with a very unique acrobatic move, involving Robin launching Finch up into the air for a sure fire knockout kick to their target.
Securing the last few passed out goons to the main pillar of the suite, Marti stood up and rubbed at her back. "Man, the painkillers are starting to wear out."
Robin was off to the side, securing the illegal firearms. Looking over to Marti, he gave her the onceover. She was looking a little different today. "Lookin Good Finch." He called out, then whistled.
"Yeah… Well I don't feel it."
"Well you're lookin it."
"Heh… Since dad is away in Metropolis, means you have an opportunity to tease me."
"Who's teasing?" He questioned, winking in a very pervy manner.
"Blah! I'm tired, I got my period, and the painkillers are wearing out. I'm not in the mood for your chirps tonight Robin."
"Man, why do you always have to kill it Finch." He said, leaving the phone off the hook after dialing the police.
"Come on. Lets go!" Marti urged as she shot her grapple gun.
"Alright, alright. I'm comin."
They grappled across the main street, and weaved through the narrow gaps of the buildings. Reaching the top of the Fox Tech building, Marti pressed a button on her wrist cuff, and the Bat Ship lit up, and the top hatch slid open.
"Can I pilot?"
"You know you're not allowed."
"Hey I do have my permit."
Marti shook her head, and gritted her teeth, as she lifted herself into the craft. The seat called for her to sit in a somewhat awkward angled, an angle that currently exasperated the pain in her back.
"Tell you what…" Tim pulled out a chocolate bar from a compartment. "I'll trade you this, if you let me fly the ship."
Marti stared at him for a good few seconds. She was really considering his offer.
"I'll pop your back as soon as we get back."
"Deal!" She said grabbing the bar, and swapping seats with him. "Just hope dad isn't home when we land."
"Whatever, just tell him you got your period. That will shut him up." Tim said, closing the hatch, and starting the engines.
Marti raised her brow at this. "Yeah, I don't think he would handle that well."
"I'd still want to see his reaction."
"I don't know why he hasn't kicked you out yet."
"Someone in the crew has have a sense of humor."
Weeks later, they were in the Wayne manor gymnasium, training in the boxing ring.
"Is that the best you can do?" Tim teased.
Marti, gripped her taped up hands. "Well I don't want to knock you unconscious… Not that it will do much to you."
"Ha ha… I'd like to see you try." Tim taunted, as he raised his fist, and continued to circle round the ring, waiting for her move.
Marti lunged forward and went in for a leg sweep. Just narrowly, Tim evaded her attack and held her in a full nelson.
"What was that about a knockout?"
Marti struggled within his hold. She tried with all her might to break free, or maneuver a throw.
"Guess I got you beat… What was that you said about girls being better fighters?"
Marti, ceased her struggle, and resorted to a low blow with the back of her heel.
"Fuck! OWW!" Tim wheezed as he released her, and fell backward."
"Look who's beat now." Marti taunted, pointing at the writhing Tim.
"Yeah, well if I hoofed you in the front butt, you'd be on the ground too!"
"It's hard to believe those two manage to work so well together." Alfred mused as he set down a tray of refreshments.
"I wouldn't believe it either if I hadn't seen it myself." Bruce said as he poured himself a glass of water. "They are good when they need to be."
"So are most teens at that age. Perhaps her lack of a mask right now is what stirs things up?"
Bruce scowled at this. Marti was sixteen now, and he was well aware of Tim's infatuation with her. Though he did not observe anything other than a sibling relationship from Marti's end. Which eased his mind. He was brought back into the moment when their arguing got louder.
"Alright you two!" He cracked his neck, and put down his glass. "Let's cut the bickering for the moment." He walked over to the ring, and lifted up and through the lines. "Work as a team." He said planting his feet readying himself for a fight.
As Marti offered her hand to Tim, a low beeping sound came from the wall.
"Duty calls. Suit up." Bruce said heading out of the ring.
Tim let out a tired breath as he stood, and carefully waddled out, following them through the secret passage.