August 18, 2152h

	Batman crouched across from the Bludhaven PD main precinct, his lenses 
focused on one window.  After a moment, he nodded to himself in grim 
satisfaction.  Addad knew what he had.  He was already on the phone, presumably 
calling some of his trusted officers. 
	 Blockbuster was going down.
	His mission accomplished, he shot off a jump line and swung up to meet 
Batgirl on an adjoining rooftop.  "Good work," he acknowledged as he dropped 
easily beside her.
	She shrugged.  "Distractions easy.  Learn from Tim."
	"Let's get back to Gotham."  He moved to depart, then hesitated when he 
realized Batgirl was not joining him.  "Batgirl," he growled.
	The growl never worked on her, he remembered as she merely continued to 
stand still.
	"I cover Gotham.  You stay here."
	"Staying here will only create problems for the police."  
	Cassandra's body language implied frustration at him.  "I cover Gotham.  
You stay here," she repeated stubbornly.
	"How will you get back?"
	"Borrow Wingcycle.  Dick not mind."
	Batman felt his expression darkening.  "He will," he intoned angrily.
	Cassandra stepped forward lightly, putting her hand to his shoulder as she 
still did from time to time when she felt he wasn't understanding her.  "You 
tell him, then.  I go."
	With sudden, lithe grace, Batgirl dove from the roof.
	Batman followed, and she let him catch up.
	"*We're* going back to Gotham."
	Batgirl shook her head.  "*I* go back to Gotham, check Tim, do patrol.  
*You* get car but stay here."
	"This is not -"  He stopped, his audience lost to another swing between 
the rooftops.  This time she did not let him catch up until they had reached 
Nightwing's warehouse lair.  She was already straddling the Wingcycle and 
strapping on a helmet when he finally dropped down beside her again.
	 "Enough," he began, stalking up to her.
	She responded by looking past him to the still disordered corner where 
STAR labs had transported a make-shift operating theatre three days prior.  The 
medical equipment was all gone, but the five gallon pails where a small crowd 
had sat and waited for word still lay scattered where they had been left.  She 
turned her face back to Batman.  "*I* go to Gotham.  Bruce Wayne stay here," she 
insisted.
	She turned the ignition on the Wingcycle and revved the engine.  A touch of a button opened a garage door for 
her.  Then she shot one more look at him.  "Stupid Batman," she muttered, and then she was gone.