The Night moved fast, and it wasn't long before Dick was left with the choice of meeting with Abbie or not on that roof. It would honestly change everything. If he was completely honest with himself, he totally would have helped her if Bruce was still around... But he wasn't. And he left him in charge. Batman wasn't there to fix Nightwing's mistakes... He was constantly thinking about what Bruce would do in this situation. Then again, he wasn't Bruce. He left HIM in charge for a reason. Dick had a feeling in his gut that he could trust this woman... And boy, he hoped he was right.

Nightwing made it to the rooftop to see that Abbie was already there. "Last chance. You can leave this city, find a nice little island, live the rest of your days drinking Martinis and sitting on the beach." Nightwing said, as if trying to sweeten the deal of keeping her from doing this. "No? Okay then. I have something to show you." Nightwing motioned her over to him, holding out his arm. Once again the masked man put his arm around her, took out his grappling hook, and fired towards the clocktower. 


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The top of the tower had a hidden latch on top, and with the suit's identification code transmitting, it opened up quickly, where the two dropped down into the darkness. It was old, worn down, and looked rather dusty as the city lights glowed through the windows. The shadow of the clock hands and numbers illuminated on the floor. "This place was abandoned years ago when the bigger villains of the city started to show themselves. The city kinda shifted over, and started its headquarters in what is now downtown Gotham. This place didn't even get a second glance." The masked man talked as he made his way towards an old bust of a former mayor of Gotham, he flipped open its head, and pressed the button located underneath. 

The room sprang to life, the windows being covered by metal, old bookshelves being replaced with old ones, or shelves of weapons, computers, and places to keep outfits. The front of the room showed the mega computer, often run by Oracle but was relocated until they knew they could trust Abbie. It showed numerous things like a constant scan of Gotham, criminal records popping in and out, and surveillance cameras. The center of the floor was replaced with a padded one, with a spotlight shining onto it. "This isn't the Bat Cave, but its a close alternative... Kinda like our home away from home." Nightwing said, a smug grin on his face. 

"I know, its pretty impressive. This is where my lovely assistant and I will try to train you. There's no backing out now."