Guardian got Batwoman's message. He flew to the location. There wasn't much room on the roof so he put the car into hovermode and stepped straight on to the roof. He made sure to store the Venom he took in a secure compartment that if not properly accessed through a convoluted set of steps, that frankly pissed him off, would electrocute the thief. Quite a few mechanics at his base were nearly killed because they were a curious cat.

Batsignal, Guardian never understood that, there were far better way to set up contact with the Bats and the GCPD. It made him wonder if Bats was nostalgic for the simpler days. But the rumor of his hideouts which his coworkers jokingly referred to as the Guano Pit, along with his hi-tech gadgets, and his sweet ass rides made the nostalgia idea seem silly, but he couldn't figure out any other reason.

"Batwoman what is this development? Get balls for brains over there to talk?" Balls for brains started to say something but Guardian kicked a sizable piece of material, he didn't pay any attention to what it was just the size, right into the guys throat. It shut him up quick. "I didn't ask for your opinion now did I Balls for Brains? That is a rhe..question with no response needed." He stopped saying rhetorical because he didn't think Balls for Brains would understand the meaning of the word.