Quoted By:
"That's before my time." He says a bit stiffly. "Maybe we should save the tour for after your chat, actually. You said it yourself, faceless-guy. The Officer is eager for his meeting."
"My name is The Question."
"I know." He says simply, then glances at you. "Come on, I'll take you to where he's recovering. Both of you."
He leads you both past a massive computer banks to a steel door built into the dark stone of the cave, a thin red beam drags across his body and you hear the click of a lock disengaging. Before he can open it Question clears his throat.
"I wanted to know if I could speak with him first. Alone. You mentioned my League files and... I was hoping to speak about them privately."
"Q, is this really necessary?"
"I must insist, Detective. It won't take longer than a minute or two, I promise." His voice is different, the stoic coldness laced with an almost pleading.
"Q, I don't-"
"It's fine. If it could wait long enough for us to meet then it can wait another minute. Right?" Nightwing interjects. He taps the door and it slides open, releasing the stinging smell of hospital equipment. "Go ahead."
"Thank you... Nightwing." Question says almost imperceptibly before going through the door.
Nightwing steps back as the door closes and makes off for the computer bay. He slides into the chair. His fingers fly across the keyboard as he navigates a series of menus.
"That was nice of you. Especially since Q is more than a little... abrasive."
"Yeah well... I'm not exactly a saint." Nightwing mumbles as he pulls up a green bar and enters a protected password which then pulls up a security feed. A small room with medical equipment sits almost static on the screen if not for one shifting shape. Resting on the bed is a familiar face, at least it would be if it wasn't covered by a mask. Batman, with no shortage of bandages plastered to him.
"You're spying on Q's conversation?"
"He's not the only one with bugs." He replies simply.
"Bugs?" Your stomach clenches. "You heard...?"
"Shhhh." Nightwing says, putting a finger to his lips before glancing up. "You never know who's listening."
He chuckles to himself and turns around again. Another flurry of keys and then the pop of audio connecting. The sound of Question's loafers on tile coming through crystal clear.
"Besides, I'm curious." He pulls up another chair and pats it. "Take a load off."
>Sit down. Despite all your conversations you can't help but feel curious too.
>Walk away. This is a private moment Q asked for, you can't make Nightwing respect it but you still can.
>Head back to the door and try to let Q know about the spying. He probably already suspected it anyway.
>Invoke Batman. "Is HE gonna be okay with this?"
>Write-In
