Hello everyone and welcome to my interlude-ish chapter. This is for fantasyandlogic who thought the idea would be hilarious. I hope this meets your expectations. Everyone please enjoy and review. I do not own Justice League, DC Comics, or any of it's characters.


9.5 MISSION: WATCHTOWER INFILTRATION

Dick Grayson blinked melancholy blue eyes at his mentor, seriously appalled by what he was suggesting. "You want me to do what?" His voice echoed through the study. Bruce Wayne's expression was one of waning patience as he reiterated his request. "Diana will be staying with us for a little while until her powers return. The less people that know either of these things the better. I need you to infiltrate her room at the Watchtower and retrieve enough clothing for at least two weeks." Dick blinked at the man before him once more. "That's it! You've gone mad! You want me to sneak aboard one of the safest places on Earth! There are security cameras, motion detectors, heat sensors, and probably about fifty of the world's best heroes waiting for me the minute I step out of the transporter. I won't even be able to get past Martian Manhunter!"

Bruce smirked. "Don't worry. Plastic Man is on monitor duty tonight."

"Why can't you just go?" Bruce sighed. "I need to get back to Diana. She needs me." Dick snorted angrily. "And Barbara doesn't need me? I have to get my homework done so I can head back up to the hospital."

Bruce turned away from his ward and started scouring the shelves, picking up several large tomes as he went. "It'll take an hour...two tops." The boy groaned. "Why do I have to do it?" This finally made Bruce angry. "You are my only option, Dick! I would have Barbara do it, but for obvious reasons she is not up to the task! I already explained why I was unable to go, and it would be ridiculous to send Alfred when you are mission ready. Now go." Dick stomped to the passageway, muttering under his breath all the way to the Batcave.


Dick Grayson stared at his computer. Normally it was one of his favorite gadgets. Bruce had had Lucius Fox, the head of Wayne Enterprises' science and technology division, create a processing unit small enough to fit into their bracers. In a series of taps the whole world could be at their fingertips. Today his gloved index finger hovered over the button that should, if Dick had hacked it properly, teleport him directly into the Watchtower's transporter room. It should also, this was the tricky part, temporarily loop the Watchtower's security cameras. Once he was in the orbiting space station, all Dick had to do was avoid the motion sensors and heat sensors, enter Diana's room, retrieve her clothes, avoid the obstacles once more, and then finally beam back into the Batcave where he could, with the Batcave's superior computing system, delete all traces of him having beamed aboard. Easy as pie.

Dick took a deep breath. Bruce better raise his allowance for this. With a shaking finger he pressed the button and the whoosh of the teleporter enveloped him. He closed his eyes as a bright light shone about him and when he opened them again he was relieved to see himself standing, unharmed, in the Watchtower's transporter bay. When no blaring of alarms filled his ears he finally took a much needed breath. Maybe this wouldn't be so hard after all! Pressing another sequence of buttons on his bracer he pulled up a diagram displaying the location of the sensors.

When he had studied the diagram beforehand, Dick had decided to make use of the utility hallways. They had fewer sensors and an almost zero percent chance of running into any League members. Though the hallways were monitored, it was not to the same extent as the rest of the Watchtower. Why? Bruce, when he had the tower built, had requested that the entrances to the utility corridors be practically undetectable to the naked eye. He had, in his immense paranoia, also lined them in lead. In addition there were also doorways every few yards that each required their own security code. Each door was allowed two attempts to enter the right code. If the wrong five digit code, which were alphanumeric in origin and changed every eight minutes, was entered a third time it would trigger a silent alarm directly into the monitor room and the Batcave. As the alarm went off the vents would then release a non-lethal dose of nerve gas to render the intruder incapacitated.

Needless to say, this route was supremely less dangerous than the more...head on... approach. Using the schematics he found the entrance and, after taking a quick perusal of his surroundings so he wasn't beset by an unwanted guest, triggered the opening mechanism. The door panel blended into the space station wall quite nicely, with the handle being hidden underneath an indentation that ran down the entire corridor. Truly, it would be impossible to find unless you were equipped with the blueprints as was the young hero. Like a shadow Dick slipped inside the door frame and the panel slid shut behind him.

Dick Grayson was extremely intelligent. He had chosen the utility hallway simply because, though it contained at least a dozen motion detectors, there weren't any heat sensors. Being designed for utility purposes, the heat from the furnace or lack thereof when the air conditioning system was in use would set it off needlessly so the founding members of the Justice League had decided in their infallible judgement to forgo such hardware. Robin, impish grin in place, now took full advantage of that fact.

The motion detectors didn't faze the boy wonder. With his background in acrobatics, it was simply knowing where the beams of laser lights landed. According to the diagram there were two motion detectors between every set of doors and each set of doors were probably about five yards apart. The motion detectors themselves were were situated toward the floor and, to Dick's delight, the plumbing was exposed on the ceiling.

Dick was about halfway to his final destination, using the pipes as monkey bars, when he let himself think that his mission was going smoother than he thought it would. Suddenly, one of the hidden doors opened and Hawkgirl slipped into the passageway with Green Lantern on her heels. "I'm telling you, John, I heard someone." The former Marines steps fell heavy as he took a sweeping glance around the corridor. With haste borne of necessity, Dick pulled himself further into the ductwork. "I don't hear anything, Shayera, and there's nothing here." Shayera swung her mace onto her shoulder, not the least bit perturbed by the electricity sparking from it. Holding his breath, Robin waited patiently, his muscles beginning to ache from holding such a rigid position for so long. Finally, the odd couple departed, letting Dick continue.

By the time Dick finally reached the utility corridor that exited into the hallway containing Diana's room, he felt as though he had journeyed miles and not simply a few feet. With long strides, he made his way up to the keypad. Taking in the metal box, he groaned softly. Bruce had forgotten to give him Diana's access code. What would the Amazonian princess use for a code? While the codes for the doors in the utility corridor were tricky, the room codes were simple four or five digit codes. The heroes were known to choose dates special to them. Bruce told him once that the Flash had chosen the date he had obtained his powers, Superman had chosen the day he had met Lois Lane, and Martian Manhunter had chosen the day his planet fell. But what would Diana choose?

Dick's first thought was her birthday, though he had no idea when that could possibly be. He then, through no wild stretch of the imagination, thought of Bruce's birthday. He longed for it to be that easy, but Diana didn't seem to be that type of girlfriend. She didn't have kids or pets...Dick was almost out of ideas until a certain date came to mind. He input the date, unsure of himself and was rewarded when the door slid open. The date of Diana's arrival in Man's World. Letting loose another grin, Dick entered his destination.

Diana's room wasn't overly decorated, but it was cozy. Her bed was made perfectly and there wasn't a single item of clothing out of place. Dick wished his room was this clean. It had been, at one point...until Bruce informed Alfred that Dick was old enough to clean his own room. Bruce also told the butler to quit babying him, though Alfred responded wittily that he had yet to quit babying Bruce himself. Bruce hadn't appreciated the barb.

Dick decided to start with the dresser, but the moment he opened the top drawer his heart stopped beating in hid chest. In the top drawer there lay dozens of female undergarments. To the left lay bras and matching panties while socks lay to the right. Gulping, he slowly reached into the drawer, half afraid of being berated for touching the garments once he reached the Manor.

His fingers brushed against the lacy fabric warily. What exactly was he supposed to grab? He wasn't trained for this...surprisingly. Blindly and with a red face, Dick grabbed several different articles that looked useful and shoved them into a laundry bag that Batman had added to his utility belt. Diana was going to kill him. Maybe he should throw Bruce under the bus...it was his idea.

The next drawer proved easier. It held T-shirts and shorts that Dick assumed, by the softness of the fabric, Diana used for pajamas. Rifling through the clothes he chose a navy blue T-Shirt that said in bold white print Justice For All and, to his amusement, a Batman T-shirt. He didn't know who would kill him first for that one. He didn't pay as much attention to the shorts.

Next stop was Diana's closet. Bruce had informed him that Diana had obtained a job and to make sure he didn't forget her nice business-wear. Looking at her selection,however, Dick was hopelessly lost. They all looked the same. Shrugging, Dick grabbed a black skirt. Black went with everything, right? A long-sleeved purple blouse, a scarlet tank top, a gray suit jacket, and a yellow sweater all went into the bag as well. Dick was just going to reach out for a paisley top when he heard a voice right outside the door.

Dick panicked and dropped to the floor before rolling under Diana's bed. The door slid open. "Diana, we're going to get iced mochas..." Hawkgirl's voice trailed into silence as she observed the empty room. John laughed behind her. "You are awfully sensitive today, Sweetheart. Keep hearing things that aren't there and they are going to send you to the Martian for therapy." Hawkgirl crosses her arms in front of her. She was no longer wearing her armor and her mace was nowhere to be seen, but that didn't soothe Dick one iota. "I swore I heard her in here." The couple began to make their exit.

"Well, that's what you get, Shayera, when you barge into peoples' rooms without knocking." Dick didn't let himself move until he heard their voices all the way down the hall. Hadn't the Watchtower ever heard of soundproofing?

When Dick emerged from his hiding spot he made his way back to the closet. That had been way too close. Without hesitation, he returned to his previous method of choosing at random. Why hadn't he started with that? It only took him about five minutes! And, looking down at his quarry, he had done a pretty good job. Without another glance around the room he checked the hallway outside and made his way back into the utility corridor.

The journey back through the utility corridors was uneventful, to the joy of our young hero and the disappointment of the readers. When he beamed back into the Batcave, however, Bruce was already waiting for him. "What took you so long?" Dick dropped the now full laundry bag onto the stone floor and began to recount the harrying plight to his seemingly ungrateful mentor. Once he finished Bruce was about red with laughter. "What's so funny?"

Bruce wiped at a watering eye. "You had already hacked into the transporter, why didn't you program it to beam you right into Diana's room? You could have avoided half of the security and been back an hour ago." Dick blushed furiously. He mumbled angrily. "Because I didn't even think of it."


Thanks again for reading and I hope you liked this chapter. As for me promising to post weekly...well I think we all know by now that when I promise that it never happens. I will post soon...that sounds better...more likely at the very least. Anyway, have a great week!