<div class="floatleft">(http://i1288.photobucket.com/albums/b483/aliashappens/4495857-3660430-spoiler_zpszcif2ege.jpg)</div><hr/><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Stephanie Brown<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>The Spoiler<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Bat family<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 20:20<br/><strong>Location:</strong>East Gotham streets | STAR labs | Entering the building via loading bay<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Batwoman | Superboy | Nightwing | Deathstroke<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Spoiler starts to feel like the mission is going to be boring. As she arrives she gets more nervous, and starts to grasp the heavy nature of the situation. She silently rolls into the loading bay, and follows Nightwing into the south entrance. She oggles Nightwing's booty against her will.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Almost everything that Superboy said sounded like<em> 'blah blah blah blah -lead. blah blah - key cards - bibbity-boo-blah - hardline system'</em>. She could hear him loud and clear, and there was nothing wrong with his report in any fashion.<em>'Sounds, dull.'</em>She was actually disappointed.<em>'I mean, the police cars that were helping me speed didn't even care to come here, probably some two-bit trying to knock over a convenience store, taking hostages for a helicopter out of Gotham. Something cheap and routine. Meanwhile, they didn't even bother to come here.'</em>Spoiler had yet to hear anything about what was going on at the Bank in Central Gotham. Conner had told her that she was in the big league's now, but this was starting to feel very anti-climactic to her.<br/><br/>Batwoman and Nightwing had a little bit of different interpretation.<br/><br/>Once Spoiler had got to within a mile and a half of her target, the volume of traffic went down considerably, and she had no problem hopping curbs, and diving through the double yellow lines in order to get to STAR labs as fast as possible. There was mostly open road for the last mile of the trip, she was behind everyone else, they had had a head start though, and she was confident that she was faster on the road than both Kate and Dick. Her delusions were grand, indeed.<br/><br/><em>'Hm,'</em>Stephanie was listening in to her two mentors sort out the situation over the radio. As the kilometers turned to meters on her bike's dashboard gps, she slowed down, growing nervous from the their descriptions together.<em> 'Maybe this is more serious than I thought,'</em>she considered the serious inflections of Kate's voice; and more,<em> 'Kate always sounds serious when she's got the mask on her face. But I've never heard her this focused.'</em>Granted, the young woman didn't<em>really</em>know Kate that well. And she, especially didn't know The Batwoman as well as that. This was the big leagues, and everyone else had a sense of imminent danger. Stephanie was starting to feel it as well, the closer and closer she got to the labs.<em>'They could already be escaping?'</em>Stephanie hadn't even thought about that. It felt like the bat-family had descended on to the labs as quickly as possible.<em>'How're they gonna escape?'</em><br/><br/>Soon, Dick was in her ear again, she continued to debate her own reaction to them silently as she forced the bike to go faster, still at high speeds for the slow roads that she was using.<em>'An out of towner? God, they are quiet. No one's there...'</em>She had pieced it together, much slower than the others, but the concern settled in the pit of her stomach like bad eggs.<em>'oh man. Some one just broke into the most advanced research facility in the country, and there wasn't a single police car?'</em>She had heard Conner when he said he had called 911, at the time, she just didn't care enough to log it to memory. Dick was still talking, and she managed to catch his instructions with ease.<em>'No escape vehicle, huh...'</em><br/><br/><em>'Wait...'</em>He was already there too, Dick had beaten her, she was the last to arrive.<em> 'Crap.' </em>It was a knock and a half to the state of her well maintained confidence, even though she had traveled a much further distance, it bothered her that she hadn't traveled nearly as fast as she thought she had. The Spoiler wanted to have been there second behind Superboy, if only just to be the one to say things like,<em> 'it's all quiet here. I can't see a thing. There are no open doors or broken windows.'</em>As Stephanie pondered what she would have said in a self-induced condition of moderate envy, she rolled into the loading bay,<em>'maybe it's best that I didn't get here first.'</em>A report about a lack of broken windows would have been amateur at best, and most likely just embarrassing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>He was waiting in the loading bay, she spotted him from more than 40 meters away. She had avoided the front entrance at all costs, and had taken a side road to get to the south end of the building. She was moving at little over fifteen miles an hour,  the headlights on her bike were off. The engine was running, but she had the bike relaxed in neutral, and it was almost as quiet as Dick had been when he rode in. the rumble of the motor was starting to make her thighs go numb. She opened her comm to its primary channel so that everyone could hear, including Oracle back at HQ.<strong>"Check, Spoiler, I'm in position."</strong>She was whispering an she did not know why. She left her helmet with her bike, put her hood and her mask back into position and followed Grayson into the labs.<br/><br/>Spoiler didn't know it, as her and her freshly appointed conditioning trainer entered quietly in through the back of the building, but she was fulfilling one of Dick's desires.<br/><br/>She was as quiet as a mouse. Espionage and stealth had always come naturally to the bite-sized blonde little hero. Beyond her ability to stay out of sight, and as quiet as the fog, her protocol was spot on as well. Spoiler was over fifteen paces behind Nightwing, following his instructions and his hand motions with practiced ease. She had gone invisible without an order to do so, holding her three section staff taught in front of her, which was also invisible. The chains in-between the metal poles were too tight to rattle. The manipulation of her weight caused her feet to travel silently over the cold metal floors of the laboratory. Her breathe was shallow and slow. Over ten years of gymnastics, and a good grasp on yoga had given her a fabulous muscle structure that was long, lean, and effortlessly quiet on command. She couldn't stop herself however from making one tiny tactical error over and over again; her mind was on the mission, her heart was thumping in the back of her throat, every joint was a spring waiting to be released; and she couldn't stop herself from locking her eyes onto<em>that ass</em>. Every time the light peaked in to the right spot as they moved through the din and shadow of the facility, her heart fluttered, and her body squeezed with false anticipation. She had almost moaned twice.<em>'my god...'</em>