"I'm so bored!" Impulse complained.

"Fine, then would you like to help me monitor the news?" asked Robin, annoyed with the speedster's antics.

"Aaaannnndddd, suddenly I'm not bored anymore. I totally forgot I have somewhere to be! I need to go to watch TV! Yeah, I have a special segment to watch on the news right about now!" The Flash's grandson said, checking his non-existent watch.

"Well, if you're going to watch the news, I'll come along and look for any major catastrophes that need our help." Robin said sliding his hand across the pop up screen at the Watchtower, causing it to disappear, seemingly oblivious to Impulse's desperation to avoid monitor duties. In the lieu of the Light's and Reach's defeat, the Team and the League had rounded up most of the world's super villians. Unfortunately, they'd had no such luck with the Light and were still showering the globe searching for the members. It frustrated Tim to no end, as he viewed himself as a budding detective, yet he couldn't find a hide nor hair of Savage and co. But back to the matter at hand, Tim knew all catastrophes would be radioed to the Watchtower long before any knees got to the studio, he just wanted to see Nightwing's speech. In the identity of Dick Grayson of course.

Impulse turned on one of the space station's many television sets to the news channel that happened to show Vicky Vale reporting from Arkham City. They were joined by Blue Beetle, Bumble Bee, Guardian, Wondergirl, Beast Boy, Superboy, Miss Martian, Aqualad, Tigress, and half hidden in the shadows, Batgirl. Believe it or not, the heroes each all really had nothing better to do.

"-Vale reporting live from Arkham City, the controversial super prison built right here in the heart of Gotham. In a few moments, Richard Grayson will be live on stage to explain his sudden interest in Gotham politics. The son of the infamous play boy millionaire, (Bruce Wayne)-"

"It's billionaire, Vicky. Millionaires were so last year." Dick cut her off as he walked by flashing her one of his million dollar smiles, as he made it to the podium, he was swarmed by reporters and paparazzi. Cameras flashed and a sea of voices was heard.

"Mr. Grayson-"

"-Grayson-"

"-can you explain-"

"Thank you, thank you, Gotham. Imprisoned behind these walls, gang leaders are fighting a bloody war in the middle of our once great city!" Cameras continued to flash. "Every inmate from Arkham Asylum and Blackgate Prison has been relocated to this facility. How can this be safe for the people of Gotham?!" Police sirens were heard off in the distance and rapidly getting closer.

"Today I've started the campaign to close Arkham city and make Gotham safe again.-" Suddenly many stark white helicopters, cars and vans with the Arkham City insignia on them flooded the area. Many men decked in army boots, black pants, and black vullet proof vests over their black shirts, and black berets to top them off. Tear gas canisters burst from their ranks and many people doubled over wheezing or crying.

"Hands in the air Grayson!" shouted one of the many guards with his gun trained on him and Dick hastily complied. Another guard spoke into a walkie talkie, "We have Grayson, target secure." Before bringing the butt of his gun down on the subject of his latest sentence's head.

The audience in the Watchtower sat numbly in shock. The team members who knew Nightwing's secret identity, (the Team's senior members plus Batgirl and Robin) all looked away in sympathy when their friend and leader got hit in the head.

Impulse got on his knees looked to the ceiling and screamed, "Why! I thought we were going to have another crash, crime free, day! Is that really to much to ask!"

"Crime never sleeps, hermanõ." replied Blue Beetle. "Say, what's wrong with Robin? Isn't he supposed to be assigning a team to help that Grayson kid?" he said referring to Tim sprinting from the room, to the monitor room.

Tim silently thanked his lucky stars that he hadn't shut down the computer, only put it in sleep mode.

"This is Robin to Nightwing, come in Nightwing." he drilled out, as he opened communication lines to Nightwing's comm. He desperately hoped Nightwing had followed his own advice when he lectured the entire team (including Robin, who had already heard the lecture from a Batman five times) on carrying a comm link on them at all times.

"Communications failed. Signal traced to Bludhaven." the computer crushed his hopes serenely, as it drilled off Nightwing's home address.

Crap.