Dana Dreiberg/Nite Owl<br/>New York City<br/>Evening<br/><br/>Dana sighed as she poured herself a second cup of coffee.  The news had just ended, report after report of new costumed hero after new costumed hero.  It was the 40s and 60s all over again.  She lifted the coffee to her unpainted lips and sipped it before putting it down.  sighing she took off the glasses, rubbing the bridge of her nose.  "I hope we're doing the right thing.." she whispered to no one in particular.  "Why is it we seem to infect everyone we touch?"<br/><br/>She looked over at her basement door trying to decide if tonight was another night of this.  Quickly she took a long sip of coffee then put it down and moved to the door.  Her hand touched the door handle as she hesitated again.  Finally she turned it and headed down into the Owl's Nest.  Slowly she started to get dresed, with each piece of the armor she was no longer the meek Dana Dreiberg but the masculine and powerful Nite Owl.   All that was left was the goggles.  When they slid over her eyes, she flicked them on.<br/><br/>