Green Arrow drummed her fingers on the top of the table as she considered.  It had been awhile since she'd last set foot in Bruce's domain, in the Bat's domain, and that had not been under friendly circumstances.  She hadn't even had time to properly appreciate the architecture or the shopping.  She'd barely escaped it with her life, and she didn't particularly want to return without a bevy of Queen Industries' top-of-the-line robotic guards with her.<br/><br/>But that Gotham City was not<em>this</em>Gotham City.  Here, the Green Arrow and the Bat worked side by side -- well, as much as could be expected, anyway -- and Queen Industries and Wayne Enterprises enjoyed a somewhat mutually beneficial arrangement.<br/><br/>Following the Bat -- Dick Grayson, Bruce's VP, of all bloody people -- was not generally on her top ten list of things to do, but again she had to remind herself that this Bat was not her world's Bat.  So she swallowed her pride, her wariness and her mild discomfiture, and stood.  She settled her hood back over her head, mindful of her hair, and sighed.  "I'm going with the Bat, computer," she said, as though she were being led to the electric chair.<br/><br/>To Gotham City