Faye Feng → Dick Grayson ✔

Eavesdropping

"What have you got, Henry?"

Another pair of legs had joined the driver's, their disembodied boots all that Robin could see from his hiding spot.

"New shipment from Gotham Harbor," a gruff voice answered. The sound of scribbling to make a note followed. "Engines for the...what's the car called again?"

"Black Dragon?"

"No, the one we're prototyping. The kid customized some of it – she wanted to try and break the speed of light, but the boss turned her down."

"Gold Dust."

The driver snapped his fingers. "There it is. Engines for Gold Dust."

"How can you not know what you're transporting?" The other worker asked, amused.

"Hey, I wasn't a waiter before this gig! Remembering orders isn't my thing."

"Then how were you a drug mule?"

Robin couldn't believe his ears. There was no way Sandra Feng would entrust her company to criminals, not even Jason, and he was almost certain that Faye's pride would declare disownment.

"Shut up, I'm clean. You know how much this job means to me."

"It means the world to all of us," the second man said kindly. "Almost everyone here's been given a second chance, and nobody wants to mess it up."

"That's for sure. Speaking of messing things up, help me get these boxes off the truck so we're not behind schedule."

"In a minute. Come over here first – something's wrong with the latch on the back..."

The men moved away from the truck, voices growing slightly more distant. Robin waited until they were even farther before whispering into his ear comm.

"Update on the cameras?"

"Can't do it," Batgirl said grimly. "It's the same security system we can't beat. I need to be connected to the hardware."

"Damn it." Robin lowered himself onto his back, careful not to make a sound. He wasn't sure anyone could hear through the bee-like bustling of the dock, but it was better not to risk it.

He flipped over – there was barely enough room for him to do so – and crawled to the front of the truck, cold steel floor against his elbows. Robin poked his head out from beneath the bumper. A bright glare filled his eyes momentarily, and then the lenses in his mask adjusted, automatically diminishing the brilliance of fluorescent lights.

The truck had parked facing a wall, where an open vent hung above him, shiny and grey. There was his exit. Robin could disappear into it without a problem, at most leaving a worker or two confused at the blurred movement they swore had been in the corner of their eye, but he couldn't fake out the cameras. How was he supposed to get to them with no control panel in sight?

A realization struck him. He pressed the button on the side of his mask, switching once more to x-ray mode. Robin returned to the bottom of the truck, staring up through the vehicle. When he found what he was looking for, he grinned.

"Batgirl?"

"Yes?"

"Scan the vehicle's computer system with the mask's visual. See if it's connected to Feng Corp's mainframe."

"Oh my god, it is!" Batgirl exclaimed. "That's perfect!"

"If I slip into the driver's seat, you can wipe the footage, right?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Good. Be prepared to transfer into their system from my glove."

Robin snuck out soundlessly from beneath the truck, standing with his back against the still-warm grille. He looked around the side nearest the driver's seat at the workers, some holding boxes and some looking over papers – all preoccupied.