Okay, so Nightwing was running late. It was a bad habit as of late, given that he had his time split between not two but three cities. The bike tore it's way up the highway in his attempt to shatter land speed records. Thanks to a few quick maneuvers, a decent GPS unit, and the blatant disregard for one way signs, Nightwing arrived only a few minutes later than most. The motorcycle was stashed in a nearby alleyway and the theft protection was flipped on. He pitied the fool who tried to take his ride.
Despite the fact he was dressed in his uniform, Nightwing strolled to the meeting. As he approached the entrance he paused at the familiar form standing guard.
"I didn't have you pegged as the sentry type, Huntress."