"I wouldn't have called if I didn't need you. 20 minutes. Alfred will patch you in. I'm uploading the dossier to you right now. We're dealing with a new player. This one doesn't hit the Narrows."

Bruce clicked a button, stood up, and left the computer. He went upstairs, out of the cave, and crossed the threshold to enter the manor's main floor. The sky was cloudless and very few stars filled the empty void. Nightwing was on the clock early tonight. He wondered what it could have been. It would have been easy to patch into the gps, but he decided against it.

The playboy billionaire made his way upstairs, took a shower, and got ready for his date with Vicki Vale. He had been questioned about his relationship with her before. The main concern was the fact that she was a reporter. However, in the six months that the two had been dating there were no slip-ups and he would keep it that way. Just as he was about to leave he spotted Alfred near the garage.

"Master Bruce, Lucius Fox called. Apparently there is an anomaly in the algorithm for the security trains that go to and from Gotham National Bank."

"I'll look into it."

"Not tonight, right master Bruce?"

"Ah! Not tonight Alfred."

He laughed a bit and headed off to the garage. In a matter of minutes he left the garage, and the outskirts which the Manor stood for the heart of the city. With traffic, he met Vicki right on time. He pulled up next to the front of the restaurant, handed his keys to the valet, gave the valet a one hundred dollar tip, and made his way over to Vicki.

"Vicki, you look stunning. I hope you haven't been waiting here long."

"Bruce Wayne. You stylish devil you. Turn around. I want to see you in your suit. Okay, yes. We definitely look good together. No, I just got here myself. The traffic was pretty bad."

"It really was. I haven't seen it this busy at night in quite some time. Well, shall we?"

He offered her his arm, and he escorted her inside. A VIP table was set for them as they walked past the who's who of Gotham. Many looked on as the new guests finally sat down. Bruce ordered them a red wine, and then looked down at his watch. Nightwing should have been patched in by now.

Nightwing

Nightwing watched silently as the EMTs’ arrived to tend to the injured crewmen that were caught in the crossfire here at the China Docks. He began smiling broadly upon seeing a few of the police officers finding cartons labeled as T.D. Bears, and watching as they fell apart revealing a huge stockpile of weapons hidden inside. “Nice, someone is going to have fun cleaning up this mess.”

Nightwing then turned his motorcycle around and began heading north away from the port back towards the cave. As he journeyed down Gotham City streets he began reading the information Alfred had forwarded on to him via his mask. Grayson recognized the name of Cobblepot quite well. That bastard is heavily rumored to be a crook who is using his high end bar the Iceberg Lounge, as a smuggling front. Which many criminals are using as a safe location to discuss business or make exchanges for items. Or so they believe.

However as Grayson continued to read through what Bruce had given him it made him want to laugh. Because it was only giving him confirmation from Wayne on a few things he had learned on his own. “Hmm I see I’ll have to go see what that squattlebird has to say about a few things.”

As Grayson was crossing the bridge head out of the city towards Wayne Manor, Bruce’s message jumped to his attention. Forcing himself to let out a heavy sigh as he spun his motorcycle around and speeding off to meet Bruce there. However Bruce’s voice is one he didn’t want to hear at the moment so instead he called someone else. “Howdy Alfred. Please tell me, what’s going on?”

Nightwing was a few blocks away when he spotted the light and smoke coming over the roofs from the explosion. Triggering him to get there even more expediently. Breaking the law speeding through the opposing red light intersections to find himself on the opposite side of Gotham National Bank as Bruce. Nightwing leapt of his motorcycle after parking it and made his way inside as stealthily as possible so that he could have the upper hand on whomever maybe waiting inside.

Grayson wondered as he slowly crept through the smoke if this was a chance Cobblepot was now getting tired of being one of Gotham's middlemen and attempting to make a name for himself or more likely huge retirement score. Even before adjusting his mask for seeing through the chaotic fire, Nightwing could sense a strong presence here. One he is very familiar with, but his concern now is with that of the strangers whom he clearly saw holding dark intentions.