<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/tdMrdNs.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Black Canary (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=276885.msg13693706#msg13693706)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham's Crime Alley -> Watchtower Teleporter room<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>21 Oct 17; 2000<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batman<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Sudden Dislocation!<br/><hr/><br/>The motorcycle rumbled idly beneath her as she waited with a bored expression on her face.  She leaned forward over the handlebars as she waited for 2000 hours to roll around.  She was early, probably only because she was anxious.  The idea of the others having been injured was unsettling to her, she turned over the idea in her mind a few times.  Regardless of her anxiety she was filled with the surety that what she was doing was the right thing so she waited.  In fact it was probably the only reason why she was as early as she was for the meeting.  She sat up slowly, slipping the helmet onto the handlebar of the motorcycle with a sigh.  She ran her fingers through her blonde hair and looked up at the buildings that surrounded her.<br/><br/>"When he says '2000' he must really mean--"<br/><br/>A sudden light surrounded her and before she could realize anything was happening she was whisked away to the Watchtower.<br/><br/>"--s 2000...holy sh--" she sat up on her motorcycle, which thankfully accompanied her to the station, and looked around.  She hopped off the rumbling machine and crossed her arms as she looked over at the one behind the control systems.<br/><br/>"You really know how to pick a girl up," she commented to Batman with a little frown, "A little warning would've been nice you old gloomy vigilante.  How are you holding up?  And, more importantly, where the hell are we?"