Gotham City
Wayne Manor
11:00 P.M.
Nightwing parked the bike outside and pulled his helmet off, Raven did the same. They both walked through the front door of the Manor, it was quiet, it was always quiet but tonight it was different, almost seemed abandoned. Alfred was nowhere in sight. He usually would come to the door when he heard it, but not tonight. The two of them walked side by side down the main hall.
"I still can't believe you're hiding things from me Grayson."
Dick stopped dead in his tracks, he stretched his right arm out putting his hand on Rachel's stomach.
"Hold up."
Rachel was confused, Dick just looked like he was surveying the scene.
"Smell that?"
Rachel smelled what Dick was talking about, somebody was cooking something.
"It just smells like Alfred is cooking something, soup maybe?"
Dick smirked.
"Not just any soup, mulligatawny soup. Bruce's favorite. He's back."
Dick started walking again, Rachel was at his heels.
"You know Bruce is back just because of the type of soup Alfred makes?"
"He rarely makes it, only on certain occasions. He made it the night of Thomas and Martha's murder, he makes it on the anniversary of their murder, when the Bat-Family is all together, and when he returns from being away. There is no other possible reason for him to make it tonight."
They continued to walk to the study, to where the elevator took them to down into the cave. Dick reached into the bag over his shoulder and pulled out his phone, he thumbed a number and put the phone to his ear.
"Hey Zatanna. Yeah, Bruce is back. Not in the cave yet. Yeah, when things settle I'll make sure he calls you. No problem Zatanna, I owed you for that last favor."
Dick and Rachel neared the elevator.
"Okay Zatanna, heading into the cave, we'll talk later. Grayson out."
The two of them got into the elevator as it started to descend into the cave.
"How's she doing?"
"Better, now that Bruce is back. Still angry that he never said anything to her. And me, for not telling her."
"That's a good reason to be angry Dick."
The elevator stopped, the door opened and they began walking down the steps to the main chasm. They got into the main chasm to see Bruce still in his suit but with the cowl down. He was standing in front of the Bat-Computer typing up a report, Alfred was close at hand with tea ready for Bruce, along with Alfred's famous mulligatawny soup. Rachel looked over at Dick, she whispered so only he could hear her.
"They're both acting like nothing has happened."
"It's what Bruce does, to him, nothing has happened. Just part of the job."
Rachel looked to Bruce, he was now standing, scrolling through files looking for something.
"He looks like he's been through Hell."
"Look at Alfred, his body language. He knows better than to ask if Bruce is okay but he's worried about him. I'm guessing it's because Bruce looks the way he does."
Dick started to walk up to Bruce when Rachel began to follow, he stopped and looked back at Rachel.
"Give us a minute."
Dick walked up the few stairs to the Bat-Computer, Bruce was still typing, probably adding something to his thousands of files.
"Two weeks, and not a damn word. You could at least have told me you were leaving."
Alfred turned around and saw Richard standing behind Bruce, Alfred turned and started to leave, he hated being in the middle of one of their arguments. Rachel heard what Dick said, he had told her he'd been gone for a week not two. She used the psy-link.
"Two weeks?! You told me he's been gone for one!"
"Enough!"
Batman stood to face Dick.
"You knew I went dark. You know that means I'm working on a big case."
"And if something bad had happened to you?"
"Nothing bad happened."
"If it had?"
"It didn't. You know I ALWAYS come back, even when you were a kid."
"That's not the point Bruce."
"This is hardly the first time I went dark."
"Is that what you call it? 'Going dark'? You were gone for two weeks!"
"Like you've never disappeared before. You disappeared and only after three months did you turn up, on the west coast."
"I was fourteen! You fired me! Gave me the training, the tools, then I take a bullet and you prevent me from using that training."
"You were a child who made a careless mistake that could have gotten yourself killed."
Dick knew this argument wasn't going anywhere so he had decided to just drop it.
"I'm done arguing, at least tell me where you were."
Bruce pulled up a file.
"I was tracking the Court of Owls."
"You can't be serious. The secret society of wealthy individuals that rule Gotham from the shadows? What would you want from them?"
"They wanted to recruit Bruce Wayne, just like they wanted Thomas and Martha. They bagged me and took me to their meeting room. I left there and tracked them as Batman, I went dark and for two weeks I endured their trials and passed their tests."
"You look like hell, what did they do to you?"
Bruce was quiet.
"So what's the part you're not telling me?"
Dick saw right through him, Bruce was hiding something. Bruce just looked to Alfred and gave him a look.
"Alfred, why don't you go check on the soup."
"At your request Master Bruce"
Alfred walked passed Rachel.
"Ah Miss Roth, I apologize, I do not have any of your herbal tea made. Give me fifteen minutes and I shall have some ready for you."
"Alfred you don't have to burden yourself, don't worry about it."
"Burden myself? Not at all, Miss Roth. You are one of us now after all."
For some reason that almost made her smile. Alfred walked passed Rachel and headed to the elevator. Bruce pressed a button on his computer, a dossier came on screen. Neither Dick nor Rachel recognized the man.
"The man on the screen is The Talon. An assassin for the court of owls."
Dick looked at the screen intently, the man looked like he was dead. Scars covered his face, he had long black hair that touched his shoulders and blue eyes. Rachel swore he looked a little like Richard. She dismissed it as coincidence.
"Is he… dead?"
"Yes… and no."
Bruce started walking through the scientific process.
"The Court has developed a process that can reanimate tissue. They keep The Talon in a sort of stasis tank filled with liquid metal. The alloy in the liquid metal can reanimate the tissue, whenever the Court requires his services. They call this alloy Electrum. His entire system was infused with it. Electrum can reanimate his dead tissue along with heal living tissue over and over again. The entire compound is fueled by body heat."
Rachel was still staring at the screen, she understood the science perfectly, but the fact that the Court of Owls could manage something like this amazed her. Bruce continued.
"This Electrum, gives him abilities that make him meta-human. Accelerated healing, immortality, superhuman durability, and enhanced speed."
Dick was studying the dossier.
"His name is Cobb. William Cobb…"
Bruce paused.
"And he's your Great Grandfather."
Dick took a step back as his eyes got wide. Rachel looked to Dick, then back to the screen and back to Dick. She was right, Cobb looked a little like Grayson, and now it made sense.
"My… my what?"
"I took a tissue sample Dick."
"And what, you weren't going to tell me? THAT'S why you wanted privacy?"
Bruce stood and began walking to the center of the cave, Dick followed, and they passed Rachel. She knew not to follow, Bruce turned to Face Dick.
"That's one part of it, yes."
"And you're not going to tell me the other part. Heh, of course you're not."
Rachel could feel Dick's emotions, he was taking out weeks of frustration on him.
"You know, Bruce, I get that you think you're protecting me by keeping your damn secrets. Or rather, I get that you WANT to think that's why you keep secrets like this. But since we're being so honest and upfront right? Let's admit that BOTH of us know the person you're really protecting is YOURSELF. Protecting yourself from feeling a damn human emotion!"
Rachel used the link.
"Dick back off, you don't really-"
Dick just continued.
"But you have no idea what I've been through these last few weeks! No idea! The things I've had to put up with!"
Again Rachel used the link.
"Dick your temper…"
Dick looked back to Rachel, he was so distracted he didn't even use the link.
"Raven, enough!"
He snapped and had that tone in his voice, that tone that would scare anyone into submission. He sounded like Batman. Bruce looked at Rachel and glared, he knew she had been speaking to Dick telepathically. He hated it when people spoke behind his back. Bruce turned and started walking again, Dick chased after him.
"And I'll tell you what, Bruce, if you think learning my ancestor, some guy I never even knew, was a criminal. If you think that's going to faze me, then frankly, you don't know me at-"
There was a loud cracking sound that echoed through the cave. Bruce had swung his left arm back landing a back fist straight to Dick's jaw. Dick was on the ground in a daze, he wasn't sure what had just happened. Dick, started to pick himself up, his lip bleeding from Bruce's strike. Rachel started to come close to help him up but Dick put his hand out, telling her to stay. Bruce went over to where he kept evidence he had recently found and produced a black book, Bruce still hadn't turned around.
"You were supposed to be one too, Dick."
Dick was back on his feet.
"I… I was supposed to be a Talon?"
Both he and Rachel were stunned.
"Every decade, Haly's circus presented a crop of child athletes to the court, and the members chose one in secret to be that eras Talon. You were meant to be the most recent one. But when your parents died…"
"And you took me in…"
In that instant everything made sense. Raymond, attacking Haly's. How he had blamed Grayson for everything, how Dick was chosen as the next Talon but when he was adopted, Raymond was chosen in his stead, but Raymond wasn't good enough, so they abandoned him. Everything clicked into place. Bruce tossed the book to Dick, he opened it and started flipping through the pages.
"William Cobb. Benjamin Haldman. Alexander Staunton. Henry Ballard."
"Every name in that book was a Talon Dick, every name but one…"
Dick came to a page, and stopped. Rachel felt his heartbeat increase.
"Richard Grayson…"
"You asked me before, what the court did to me."
Bruce turned and looked at Dick.
"What they did was show me the TRUTH. That the Gotham City I thought I knew, MY city… Doesn't exist."
Dick tossed the book to Rachel, she flipped through the book and found the page with Richard's name on it. Dick looked to Bruce.
"You took this guy down right?"
"Unfortunately no. I was able to dismantle the court, but they woke up the Talon and I couldn't catch him in my fatigued state."
"He's still out there?!"
"I'm tracking him now."
Alfred had re-entered the room.
"Excuse the interruption Master Bruce, but I have located that dreadful Talon. GCPD picked up a figure with his description."
Dick looked to Bruce then to Rachel.
"Rachel, time to move."
Rachel nodded and got ready to follow when Bruce interjected.
"Hold up Rachel. Dick can handle this… Rachel, I may need your help."
Dick, Rachel, and even Alfred snapped their attention and looks to Bruce. He NEVER asks for help, from anyone… Bruce turned and walked to the Bat-Computer. Everyone following him with their eyes.
"The last few nights there have been a number of anomalies throughout Gotham. These anomalies are energy signatures, I put information I got from Zatanna into an algorithm I created and ran them through the computer. These anomalies are magic based."
Dick looked to Bruce.
"Magic? In Gotham? Bruce are you sure?"
"I triple check all my work Dick, you know that. I'm NEVER wrong."
Bruce kept rambling on, Dick zoned out and used the psy-link.
"Rachel, this your doing?"
"No. My magic doesn't leave signatures like this behind."
"What about your soul self?"
"No. These energy readings aren't from a projected soul like mine. These are casted by spells, very powerful ones."
"Like Zatanna?"
"Not quite. She speaks backwards which activates the spell, while powerful, her magic levels don't normally go this high. No, these magic levels are consistent with…"
"Am I interrupting?"
Bruce was looking at the two of them. He saw that they were speaking telepathically.
"Since I know virtually nothing about magic, and you two seem to have all the answers I expect you to share."
Rachel stepped forward to the computer, she turned to face both Bruce and Dick.
"As I was explaining to Dick, this magic is very powerful."
"How powerful?"
"Let me put it to you this way; Zatanna can cast powerful spells, but those take a lot of energy and wouldn't be this close together. I can project magic this powerful by sending out my soul self-"
"Your what?"
Bruce said it himself, he knew nothing about magic. Raven was about to answer when Dick answered instead.
"Her soul self. Rachel can project her spirit from her body, it takes the form of a type of black energy. Usually in the shape of a raven, but she can shape it to her will."
Rachel continued.
"As I said, this magic is powerful, very powerful. Consistent with the power of a demon."
Dick began to get a worried look on his face. He stepped closer to Rachel.
"A demon? Rachel, is HE back? If HE is, we need to-"
"It's not my fath-"
She stopped herself.
"It's not HIM. If it was I would have felt it. No, this is another demon."
Dick backed off, Bruce was intrigued but didn't press the matter any further. Bruce looked to Rachel.
"If this is a demon, how powerful is it?"
"Powerful enough to be a concern."
Bruce looked to Dick.
"Dick, shouldn't you be on your way?"
Dick sighed.
"I guess so."
Dick turned and started walking back towards the elevator, he stopped and turned his head in the direction of Bruce.
"You need to call Zatanna."
Dick got to the elevator and stepped into it. He turned around and saw Rachel putting her hood up and Bruce re-stocking on gear. Rachel called out to Dick as he pressed the button.
"Richard, just watch your six all right?"
"I'd tell you the same thing."
The elevator lurched and started climbing. Dick used the psy-link.
"Just do what he tells you and he'll keep you safe."
The elevator disappeared from sight.
"Raven, get in."
Raven turned and saw Batman sitting in the Bat-Mobile, Raven walked over and crawled in.
Gotham City
Down Town Roof Top
11:30 P.M.
Batman and Raven were on a roof top scouting, searching for the source of the readings. The night was quiet, clouds covered the night sky, and only small patches of moonlight were showing. Neither of them had said a word to the other, neither of them knew what to say. Raven was meditating, centering herself, searching for magical energy and also tracking Nightwing.
"My sensors haven't picked up any readings that match my scans."
Raven opened her eyes, her concentration was broken.
"There isn't any in the area. Only lingering effects. I've been scanning since we got here."
Batman looked at her and gave almost an approving look.
"Anything I need to know about magic before the action starts?"
"Whatever you know about the physical world, the math, the science, forget about it. Magic doesn't have to make sense, it just happens."
"So what you're telling me is we can't fight conventionally."
"Without knowing what we're up against, no."
It was quiet again, Batman pulled out a small device and studied the screen, looking for more readings. Still nothing.
"Tell me about this bond the two of you share."
Raven sighed, she hated it when people ask about it. It's personal, and the only one she shared personal things with was on the other side of the city.
"I don't like to talk about it."
"If I'm going to trust you, I need to know everything."
"We call it the psy-link. It's a telekinetic bond that links both of our minds."
"You mean you can speak telepathically?"
"Yes but we can also sense each other, if that makes sense."
"So you always know where he is, you can feel him?"
"It's more than that…"
Raven was searching for the right words, people rarely understood this bond.
"It's like… Imagine… Imagine feeling someone else's thoughts as your own, their heartbeat, and each breath that they take."
"Sounds distracting, and personal. Having someone else in your head and knowing what's in theirs?"
"It's a huge invasion of privacy, and something you can't turn off, it's always there. It's also intimate… Very intimate…"
Batman just looked over to her, he couldn't sense what she was feeling but he could see it in her face, the way she felt.
"So you can sense him now? Feel him?"
Raven closed her eyes, she felt the bond and focused on it.
"He's on the other side of the city, his heartbeat is elevated but not racing. He's heading to city hall…"
Gotham City
City Hall
11:32 P.M.
Nightwing had been tracking the Talon, his Great Grandfather; William Cobb, an assassin for the now disbanded Court of Owls. THE assassin. Nightwing had deduced he was on his way to City Hall; some type of final contract for the Court. Nightwing entered city hall through a third story window, he instantly knew something was wrong. He knew the name of every security guard that worked there, he knew their exact routes when they patrolled, this time of night there should have been a guard in the hallway, only there wasn't. Nightwing closed the window so whatever or whoever was there wouldn't notice. He pulled out a small device and hacked into the security cameras in the building, he searched through them all, not a single guard in sight. Nightwing switched to the Mayor's office and saw Mayor Hady and Deputy Mayor Kavanagh, to them nothing was wrong, it was just another late night. Nightwing put the device away and walked down the hall towards the Mayor's office. He walked through the dark hallway; years of working in the dark made his eye sight in the dark as good as it is in the sun, when a silhouette on the ground caught his eye, it was one of the guards. Nightwing kneeled down to the body, there was a throwing knife in the guard's neck. He put two fingers to the guards' neck; dead. Nightwing pulled out the throwing knife and examined it; elegant construction, silver with gold gilding the shape of an owl on the end. The fuller on the knife was filled with mercury, to make the blade fly straighter. He continued down the hall, came to the next body; snapped neck, gun still in the holster, never knew what killed him. Nightwing started moving faster, getting to the Mayor's office. He opened the door and walked in as Mayor Hady looked up.
"Nightwing? What are you doing here? I already told Batman tha-"
"Listen to me Hady, you and Kavanagh need to get-"
"You can't just barge in here and make demands of me. Why don't you go back to Bludhaven?"
Nightwing turned and closed the door, he grabbed a chair and propped it against the door, trying to barricade himself in.
"We don't have time for this you need to get-"
Nightwing heard movement outside the door.
"Down! Now!"
Hady and Kavanagh took cover behind the desk, the door flew open. The Talon was standing in the doorway, his black suit blending into the surroundings with the gold Talon mask staring back at Nightwing. The Talon looked to the Mayor then back to Nightwing and lunged forward. Nightwing met the Talon head on, preventing him from getting to Hady. There was a quick flurry of strikes that ended with the Talon having a wing-ding stuck into his shoulder. The Talon looked at the embedded wing-ding and pulled it out, Nightwing watched as the wound healed almost as quickly as it had appeared. The Talon lunged at Nightwing again, Talon pulled out a throwing knife and there was a scuffle, Nightwing disarmed the Talon and stabbed the throwing knife through the Talon's left eye. The talon fell to the ground, throwing knife still stuck in his eye.
"Heh. Regenerate that."
Hady and Kavanagh peered from behind the desk.
"Is… Is he dead?"
"No. Just incapacitated, the mercury in his knife is keeping him from regenerating."
"So he won't wake up?"
"It only stops it temporarily. His regenerating factor is fueled by body heat, he'll just keep regenerating."
"So if he's dead…"
Nightwing turned to Hady.
"No. WE DON'T KILL."
"Maybe you and your boss don't, but this is government property and I was threatened. Who's to say it's not in self-defense."
"That's not the way we work we don't cross that-"
Before Nightwing could finish his sentence there was a shooting pain that went through Nightwing's right shoulder, he dropped to his knees in pain.
"No…"
Nightwing got off his knees and turned to face the Talon, before he could react three more knives pierced his chest. Nightwing stood his ground, blood was trickling down his chest and shoulder, he was breathing heavily, adrenaline beginning to pump.
"Mayor Hady, Deputy Mayor Kavanagh, the vault on the fourth floor, go there. Lock yourselves in and don't open the door for anybody."
Nightwing pulled out one of the knives and charged at the Talon, tackling him out the window.
"Richard Grayson; The Great Betrayer of Gotham's heritage. My blood. My heir. A vigilante who won't kill. Such a waste."
Talon's hand was wrapped around Nightwing's throat as they were free falling.
"Guess… ehnn- We'll have to agree… ehnn- To disagree there."
"Then show me, Richard. Show me what you've become. Impress me."
Nightwing raised his wrist and shot a grapple line to one of the nearby buildings. The recoil jarred the two loose of each other's grasp, the Talon fell onto the roof of a parked car on the street, Nightwing hit the road and broke his fall sliding across the street slamming into a dumpster. Nightwing was in a daze from the impact, but he saw the Talon get up and stumble towards him. As he walked the bones that were broken or dislocated, were healing and snapping back into place.
"Broken bones… For someone… Who regenerates?"
He walked closer, the sound of snapping bones got louder as they all healed and were set back into place.
"I said… Impress me."
Nightwing was trying to catch a second wind, and struggling to get to his feet. He was still bleeding, and still had a knife in his shoulder.
"There's a reason the Court woke me you know."
Talon was discreetly unsheathing a combat knife as he walked towards Nightwing.
"A reason they trust me."
Nightwing was back to his feet.
"I am the BEST Richard. The greatest Talon of them all."
Nightwing charged with anger, an escrima drawn in his left hand.
"And last I checked, Batman BEAT you and your damn Court of Owls. So what's that say about-"
Nightwing screamed in agony as Talon stabbed the combat knife through Nightwing's hand.
"I may have gotten defeated, but I wasn't rejected…"
Nightwing was on his knees holding his hand, fighting the pain.
"Tell me, did it hurt when he hit you. When he rejected you?"
"How did you…?"
"The Court has eyes everywhere. I saw you just as I could see all the little toys you both think allow you to make a difference in Gotham. All the gadgets and costumes you delude yourselves with. But most of all, I could see what you've become, Richard. A child going google eyed over a girl, and a second rate imitation of a naive man."
Talon charged at Nightwing.
"It's pathetic for a Grayson."
The Talon dove for Nightwing, Nightwing shot a grapple line.
"Tell you what, why don't you tell me…"
Nightwing side stepped and detached the line from his glove and placed it on the Talon's back, he then took the slack and wrapped it around the Talon's throat. The grapple line started to reel and Talon went with it.
"What you see from up there?"
Nightwing held his ribs as he limped towards the subway entrance, his thoughts were only of self-doubt.
"He's not going to stop until he kills me. Even at full strength I don't know if I could take him. I've lost a lot of blood…"
Nightwing got to the subway entrance and placed his hand on the wall, leaving a hand print covered in blood. He started to make the climb down but his steps were weak, he could barely stand.
"Need to regroup. Before… Before I…"
Nightwing's view faded to black, he collapsed and rolled down the staircase into the subway. Talon had freed himself and was standing over Nightwing.
"Is that it then, Richard? Is that all you truly are?"
Talon had grabbed Nightwing by the suit and dragged him deeper into the subway.
Gotham City
Rooftop
11:49 P.M
"His heartbeat is slow, no thought patterns… He lost consciousness! We have to help him!"
Batman just turned and looked at her with that emotionless stare.
"Raven, I know how you feel about him but you can't let emotion compromise the mission, and we have a job to do. I know he taught you that while you were Titans"
"Don't you care?! You raised him, trained him! And now you're just going to leave him?"
"Nightwing can take care of himself, I made sure of that a long time ago, he'll be fine."
"How do you know that?"
"Because he's still alive. He's the only Robin that hasn't quit, been killed, or that I failed…"
Batman looked out to the city.
"He's a fighter, and a survivor. Always has been."
It was quiet for a few minutes until Raven spoke.
"Okay, your turn to answer questions; why did you take him in?"
Batman didn't answer.
"You were Batman for what, three years? You had been back in Gotham for three years after travelling the world training. You were a billionaire playboy and knew nothing about raising a kid, so why him, why adopt an eleven year old kid that just watched his parents die?"
Batman just looked to her.
"What makes you think I have to answer that question?"
"You let me in the Bat-Family, I answered your question about our bond, I haven't done anything to break your trust, I think I have a right to know."
She wasn't going to drop the subject and Batman knew it. Batman just stared at Gotham's skyline.
"What I'm about to tell you, doesn't leave this rooftop. Not Alfred, Jason, Barbara, Katie… Not even Dick. Understood?"
"Understood."
"I was at the circus that night, a Wayne Foundation Fundraiser. I was sitting in the third row watching as The Grayson's were doing the trapeze without a net. Then I saw this brave child no older than eleven do three backflips in one fluid motion, and I was amazed. With all my training I couldn't even manage a maneuver like that. Dick I remember swinging to the ground watching his parents above. His mother, grabbed her line and went first, then his father. Then it happened. The trapeze line snapped and they both began to fall, his mother reaching an outstretched hand to his father like she could save him. I turned away. I couldn't watch. I heard crying and I turned back and saw that brave little kid crying, holding onto their broken lifeless bodies. In that instant I saw myself. It was like I was kneeling over my parents' bodies all over again, instead this time I wasn't the scared little kid; he was. I talked to the owner of the circus, C.C. Haly. He told me the boy had no other relatives, no other family, so I took custody. About a week later, Dick snuck out of the Manor to hunt down the man who killed his parents. He was almost killed, but I got there in time. When we got back to the cave he figured out who I really was, on his own. That's when I asked him a question, the ONLY question that mattered; 'How bad, do you want Tony Zucco?' Then you know the rest."
Raven was staring at him, it was the first time she saw any real emotion from him, she could actually feel Batman's emotion which was another first. There was another awkward silence before Raven asked another question.
"And the invitations to join the League?"
Batman threw a glare in her direction.
"Don't deny it, I've seen them. He keeps turning them down, why?"
Batman looked away.
"I expect the same deal to apply, not a word to anyone."
"Of course."
"I first took him to meet the League when he was thirteen when he was still Robin. There were three separate anomalies that appeared in downtown Metropolis. This was back when there were just the founding members, we didn't start recruiting until a year later. Robin believed I was showing the League to him, in truth, I was showing the League him. You see, way back then I knew he was special. Green Lantern and Flash were trying to find the connection between the three anomalies and had no idea. Robin suggested they were all independent events. Three separate anomalies, completely unrelated, and a teenager figured it out before all the rest. As we were leaving I was explaining to him that if I can be a member of the team without meta-class powers he could too. He looked at me and asked me if he was going to be a member of the League. I told him no, he was going to lead it."
Raven was at a loss of words.
"He keeps turning the invitation down to distance himself from me. He believed he failed me after the blockbuster incident. Believes I'll never forgive him, when I already have."
"Have you told him that?"
Batman just gave another glare. Raven snapped her head around and looked at the city, she sensed magic.
"Someone is using magic, I just sensed a teleportation spell."
Batman pulled out his scanner and looked at the screen.
"Central Heights. Let's go!"