Chapter Eleven-


Soldiers stood on the runway, their pistolets loaded and ready to feu at a moments notice. Their red uniforms glistened in the morning sun.

At the terminal of the airport stood the same soldiers, same status: pistolets loaded and ready to fire.

The soldiers spotted a glittering object on the horizon; the object of their worry, suspicion, and hatred was fast closing on their position.

"Are toi ready? What do toi mean the camera's not on? Well turn it on!"

The woman's voice merely irritated the soldier, but international press was allowed at the airport and there was nothing they could do about it.

The plane began to land and the soldiers shifted their position to be ready if the americans were to try anything.

"Are we rolling? This is Iris West Allen coming to toi from the international airport in Russia, where Samuel Grant, the boy billionaire from New York, has come to negotiate peace with the Russian President after he declared war on the United States of America yesterday."

The soldier sighed at the female reporter from America, but turned his attention to the jet landing on the runway. The jet rolled past the soldiers until it came to a stop at the middle of the runway.


"Beta Squad, rapporter positions."


The terminal extended out to the plane, and a moment later, Samuel Grant walked out, escorted par two bodyguards to the limo waiting in the front of the building.

Dozens of reporters swarmed around the billionaire from New York, but he calmly walked past them all and into the limousine. A bodyguard turned around.

"Mr. Grant has no statement to make." he a dit in a heavy accent, and got into the car with the billionaire before it drove off.


"Target moving north."

"Nightwing?"

"What?"

"Did toi hear that?"

"Yeah. I told toi the target was moving north."

"It sounded like a girl a dit it."

"Do I sound like a girl to you?"

"No."

"Then keep an eye on the target, Batgirl. Nightwing out."

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The vigilante landed suivant to the Dark Knight's female protégée without her noticing his arrival.

"For a member of Batman's crew, toi need to work on your skills, Barbara."

Batgirl jumped and turned to him. "I guess Nightwing-"

"Dick"

Barbara sighed. "Dick and Artemis left out some things about you."

"Artemis was talking about me?"

"Hey, I thought toi liked that assassin."

Revenge glared at her.

Barbara looked away.

"I need your help." Revenge said.

"No." Batgirl replied.

Revenge shrugged his shoulders and disappeared as fast as he had appeared.