August 16, 1012h

	The coffee was hot and strong.  Neither woman knew who made it.  Neither 
woman cared.
	"Car accident."
	"No bruises, no impact injuries.
	"Off duty, still in uniform, goes after mugger."
	"Would be wearing a vest.  Wounds too deep for a switchblade."
	"Working on the roof.  Fell ontoÉ a fence?"
	Barbara thought on that one, taking a careful sip of her coffee.  If it 
burned her, she made no indication.  Across from her, Dinah Lance Wayne sat, 
blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, dark smudges under her eyes the only 
indication of a nightmarish night.
	"Puncture wounds," Babs said thoughtfully.  "They would have to break off 
pieces of the fence and take them with him until they stabilized him and had 
blood handy.  We have picket fences.  He would be gouged in several places in a 
row.  Not cross-slashed.  The wounds are shallower at the top and bottom and 
deepest in the center."
	"Will anyone look close enough to notice?"
	"Can we take that chance?"  Barbara sipped at her coffee again.  "We had 
an appointment today to meet with Spud's new teacher."
	"I'll go."
	"Thank you."  Barbara dismissed the problem as easily as Dinah had 
accepted it.  "What cuts?  Better yet, what slices?"
	"Glass?"
 	"He crashed through a window?  Blockbuster knows Nightwing's down."
 	"Crashing through a window leaves shrapnel marks.  Bruce is having Alfred 
alter a Nightwing uniform for Tim to wear."
	"Tim's going to wear Dick's uniform?"  Barbara's eyes were cold.
	"He's going to make appearances," Dinah said firmly and quietly.  "If 
Dick's attacker thinks he's dead, he'll leave town.  We need to make them think 
the job's unfinished and draw him back out."
	Barbara's face closed up.  "When we settle on a story," she continued as if Dinah hadn't said anything, "we 
need to call Filb.  He'll get word to Amy.  That way, when we get the police report into the system, they'll think they 
have the inside track and won't look at it too hard.  What about his bike?  You ride motorcycles.  Could he run into 
something on the road that would slice like that?"