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In stately Wayne Manor the news is received

by gothamalleyviper
Storyline A Mole
Characters Alfred Pennyworth Batgirl Batgirl II (Casandra Cain) Batgirl III (Stephanie Brown) Nightwing Robin
Category
Previous Chapter Same time in the Baxter Building. They found a trace of sabotage and reports it

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Everything had been laid out, and it took all of Alfred’s “Englishness” to keep from smirking as the “Bat-Children” filed into the breakfast room.  Of course Master Bruce had already ignored his breakfast and gone off with Mr. Kent to on official business.  First in was Cassandra in her yoga pants and “Bat-babe” sweater Miss Kyle had given her last Christmas.  She took the waiting glass of apple juice and the offered plate of eggs, bacon and half bagel.  Next in was young Damian, already dressed in his t-shirt and jeans.  Alfred just handed him a plate.  The child went about fixing his own plate before going to sit at the head of the table.  Alfred prepared the next plates as he heard the stumbling in the hallway.  Miss Gordon walked in wearing Master Dick’s ‘Bad boys’ oversized t-shirt and little more from the looks of it followed by Dick in a tank top and sweat pants.  Alfred handed them their plates and coffee.  Some minutes later came master Tim and miss Stephanie, Tim wearing the Tigger themed pajama bottoms and a tank top, Stephanie wearing the Tigger themed pajama top.  Both were handed bowls of cereal. 

“Did Bruce shrink?” Stephanie quipped.

“No, they just brought in the demonic doll as a place filler,” Tim snickered.

“I am not a week willed fool like you Drake,” Damian sneered, “Nor will I be seduced by your charms Brown.”

“Kid, at this point we are wondering if a lady will be your kryptonite,” Barbara picked up the tablet laid out for her before breathing, “Or if you will have the same taste in men as your mom.”

“What’s the news?” Steph translated Cassandra’s sign langue.

“Notes from the JLA about a joint op going on,” Dick read over Barbara’s shoulder, “Looks like Boy Scout is worried about phantom zone goons… Hay Damian, maybe there will be a young Zod for you to date.”

“Why would I wish to date an alien?” Damian snapped.

“Kori has more humanity than you,” Barabara shrugged, “That’s for sure.  Speaking of the floosie, who wants to ask her to stop naked sun bathing on Teen-Titan Tower? One, two, three, not it!”

All of the other’s put their finger to their noses. All except Tim.

“What about,” Tim looked at Alfred with his finger on his nose, “Damn it.”

“Oh shit!” Barbara dropped her coffee on her scrambled eggs, “A mayday beacon just went off on a Javelin!” 

“How did that happen?” Tim asked, “Bad Weather?”

“Last data burst has something about a targeting lock,” Dick looked at the data.

“Aren’t they invisible to all sensors?” Cassandra asked.

“Nothing is every completely invisible,” Dick said, “We all should know that better than most.  Still how did they manage to defeat father’s second best camouflage technology?”

“They don’t have to,” Alfred noted calmly, “The term I believe is a ‘Sarajevo net’.  President Clinton had been using stealth aircraft to bomb key targets in the Balkans to force the belligerents to stop, however they set up a trap using estimates of speed and flight performance so when the target bridge exploded both ends of the valley erupted in anti-air fire…”

“The only combat loss of a F-117 in US Air Force operations,” Dick said.

“We should probably get started on having the mainframe down stairs crunch the numbers,” Barbara sighed, “You can bet Bruce will be all scowly and ‘I want answers!’ as soon as he gets in.”

Alfred had a mirth smile as he poured another cup of coffee for Miss Barbara.  He did so enjoy the trust and team work of Master Bruce’s family…  He couldn’t imagine anything creating suspicion enough to tear it apart…


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