WHO: Terry (Nightwing) and Zinda WHAT: Flying lessons WHEN: Evening WHERE: Hanger, then the sky over LA RATING: G to PG, I'm guessing?
It was as good a night as any for this sort of thing- the skies were clear, the air traffic was as light as it ever got and Zinda was in a good mood. Oracle had told her the kid had some experience in the cockpit, so she wouldn't have to cover too many of the basics, and could probably skip to the fun stuff pretty early in the lesson.
The hangar was largely empty, save for herself and the shiny new plane she and Babs had acquired, now all "pimped out," as Misfit might say, with all sorts of features not usually found on civilian aircraft. She was a bit early, but it wouldn't be too much longer until the kid got here. She waited patiently, finishing off the last of her coffee.