Gotham's Guardian's

Lau

Dent looks up at the Bat-signal. Turning only to see Batman and Batgirl, " you guys are hard to reach," He says.

" Lau's halfway to Hong Kong," Dent says looking over to the pacing officer. Gordon turns off the bat-signal. "if you'd ask I've could've taken his passport! I told you to keep me in the loop!" 

" All that was left in the vaults were marked bills. They knew we were coming! As soon as your office got involved." 

" My office!" Dent yelled back at Gordon.

" You were sitting down there with scum like Wuertz and Ramirez, and your talking. Oh yeah, Gordon. I almost had your rookie cold on racketeering beat." 

" Don't try and cloud that the fact, clearly. Maroni's people in your office dent!" 

Both of the grown men turn their attention back to the bats. "We need Lau back. But the Chinese won't extradite a national under my circumstance." 

" If we get him back will you get him to talk?"Batman asks.

" I'll get him to sing." Dent sneered.

" We're going back the mob's life savings. Things will get ugly." Gordan says. 

" I knew the risk before taking this job, lieutenant. How will you get him---" Dent looks over to see them gone, then over to Gordon. " They do that." 

The next day, Fox Office.

" Our Chinese friends left town. Before I told him the deal was off. " Fox says, leading the way to a bookshelf pulling one-half way it opens. "I'm sure you always wanted to go to Hong Kong," Bruce says, placing his hand on Yara's back letting her walk in front of him. "What's wrong with a phone call?" 

Three of them walk into the elevator, the bookshelf closes going down " I think Mr Lau deserves  personal a personal touch." Bruce says Yara couldn't help but hide her grin. The elevator goes down, moments later it opens walking out down the lab.

" Now for high- altitude jumps, you are going to need oxygen and stabilizers. Well, I must say compared to your guy's normal request. Jumping out of an aeroplane is pretty straight forward." 

" And what about jumping out of a plane?" Bruce asks, they walked over to a table opening-up a case revealing oxygen tanks. 

" What about getting back in the plane?" Yara asks, Bruce snaps his attention to her " no." 

" What, why?" she asks frowning. 

" This one is different."

" Can I at least come?" she asks.

"Batgirl is needed here," Bruce said. 

She frowns " why not?"

Bruce turns his attention back to Fox. " I'd recommend a good travel agent. " 

" Without landing." 

" Now, that's more like it, Mr Wayne. The CIA had a program back in the '60s, forgetting their people out of hot spots called ' skyhook. We could look into that. "

Bruce nods " yeah," agreeing to Fox.

Fox gestures the two following him over to a drawer, pressing a button, it hisses open revealing new armour. " Hardened kevlar plates over titanium dipped- tri weave fibres. For flexibility, you'll be lighter, faster, more oblige." As observing the new gear it reminded her of the original gauntlets she had. Suddenly being snapped into reality by the fins spinning into the wall.

" Perhaps you should read the institutions first."

"Yeah," Bruce says putting it back into place. 

"Now, there is a trade-off the separations of the plates make you more venerable to knives and gunfire." 

" Ah, now we wouldn't want to make things to easy, would we," Bruce says.

" How would it hold up against dogs?" Yara asks Fox looks over to her " What kind are we talking about?"

" We talkin about rottweilers or chihuahuas?" Fox asks, closing the draw, she nods." should do just fine against casts," couldn't help but form a small smile.

Later that day.

Alfred pulls out a map, " found one in Arizona. A very nice man says we could have it he can have it up and running within a week, he takes cash only. "

" What about a flight crew?" Bruce asks, Yara's examining the helmet. " South Korean smugglers, they run flights into Pyongyang below the whole radar. Do you think of an alibi?"

Alfred grins "oh yes." 

Hong Kong. 

Lau sits with Mr Fox who noticed he's paranoid, " are you alright Mr Lau?"

" Fine," he snaps. 

Fox phone rings earning a cold glare," we do not allow cellphones in the building." 

Fox chuckles " sorry, forgot I had it." Reaching into his jacket pulling it out turning it off-putting it back. " Mr Wayne didn't want you to think he was wasting your time," he says, Lau stood up. " Certainly wasting it." 

Fox nods watching Lau leave.