You Can't Go Home Again [Nightwing]

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Pamela gives one last glance behind her shoulder as Nightwing leads them into a dark alleyway, smirking to herself when she sees no sign of pursuit. Even with the Ventriloquist following them, they'd made it out undetected. Not that it will take the F.B.I. very long to discover that two of their most dangerous prisoners have escaped, if they haven't already. And not that she'd consider the Ventriloquist 'dangerous'. Annoying? Yes. Dangerous? No. He'd ditched them somewhere along the way - she didn't notice when, but it was probably the moment it looked like he'd be able to do the rest easily enough by himself. Given just how frightened he is of her, that's no surprise at all.

But with the F.B.I.'s reaction to the escape in mind, she quickly looks over at Nightwing and says, "I suppose it's time to live up to my side of the deal? But like I said, I don't carry your cure with me. I don't even have it prepared. And the only place in the world I can make that cure for you is in my lab in my greenhouse. And they'll guess that's where I'll go." There's a certain amount of anxiety around her that she's not bothering to keep below the surface as she explains this. From the moment she'd realized that Agent Tiff would send people to scrutinize her greenhouse, she's had a practical need to get there. She'd already been feeling that way being away from it as long as she has, but knowing that there'd be federal officials looking, testing... her plants need her.

"We'll want to be as far ahead of them as possible since I'll need some time after we get there; it doesn't take that long, but they'll probably be right behind us. We need to hurry," she adds, trying to keep herself calm. How did she get herself into this mess anyway? She was doing everything so exceedingly well for so long, and now it's all blown up in her face. It was that impostor of a Nightwing, she supposes - had he been the real one or had she known about the deception this wouldn't have happened. But now that she has the real Nightwing being forced to get her to her greenhouse, she'll be able to get things right back on track. It is, after all, where she's the most powerful.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Nightwing continued on for some distance. Keeping a steady pace to keep ahead of any FBI search teams that would be soon to follow. The whole event was torture on his moral view as far as helping criminals. This was beyond the small amount of help to get them to correction centers or anything. This was helping them get back on the streets!

This was definitely not one Nightwing's list of things to do in his career. He knew mistakes in this line had grave consequences. Sometimes it was the lesson learned that could be more difficult and challenging to solve to make it through the event. He was definitely learning the hard way. He didn't have many choices to begin with.

When they had finally stopped after traveling for some time by foot, he listened as Isley spoke up. He could tell the tension in her tone. This wasn't an easy job with having to avoid the FBI. "It would be in the best interest to stick to the agreement," Nightwing spoke, but not in a challenging way.

They were already threatened by the chance of being caught and locked away. Something they could not risk. Nightwing was willing to work quickly as possible to get this done and over with. And hopefully not have to deal with this woman again.

"I only have one mode of transportation. So it's travel by that or nothing," Nightwing said sternly as he hit a button on one of his gauntlets. This sent a signal for his bike to come to his location in silence mode. Though a slight sound of a the humming engine could be heard as it sped its way to their location.

It didn't take long before a sleek jet black motorcycle with blue markings on it to pull up in front of them. Nightwing never when on a mission without leaving his bike parked a few blocks or a mile a way. Just in case. You never know when it was going to come in handy to have it within a short calling distance.

"Have any complains? It's take it or leave it. And like I said before I'm more than able let the FBI take this whole thing down," Nightwing was partially bluffing. He really didn't want that to happen he just wanted to hop on the bike and get going and get this out of the way.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

In stark contrast to Nightwing's inner turmoil, aside from her anxiety about the fate of her plants Pamela is perfectly happy with how things are going. Minutes ago she was facing who knows how long in prison, now she is out of that awful place and has someone to escort her to her estate. And she has far less to be worried about when it comes to the whole 'trust' thing than he does - if something happens to him then she's minus some extra assistance at this point, while if something happens to her then he dies. She really does enjoy having the upper hand in these sorts of things.

"I have my own reason for going there - might as well cure you while I'm at it," she states idly when he comments again on their agreement. Perhaps it would comfort him to know that they're not going to be facing another potentially tricky situation with the F.B.I. purely because she's promised to cure him. If that were the case he'd be right in guessing that she'd be looking for an excuse to not hold up her end, but her more selfish motives will keep that thought at bay.

When he mentions his mode of transportation, she raises an eyebrow but doesn't comment until the motorcycle itself appears. She smirks as she looks it over. "No complaints from me," she replies as she comes closer, obvious amusement in her eyes, "Though unless you want to spend the entire way there thinking about nothing but me, I hope you carry a gas mask with you." She pauses just within arm's length of him just in case he needs a little reminder about her pheromones - she'd been avoiding doing that very thing all evening since she knew it was probably not a smart idea to distract the person breaking her out of prison.

Just as it's probably a bad idea to distract the person who's going to be driving through the streets of Gotham at what is hopefully a very fast pace - and distracted he would be given just how close and for how long she'd be during the trip. When she'd decided upon the strength of her pheromones, being in such close proximity with a man for more than a few moments unless she very much wanted him to be distracted hadn't been on her mind. And as amusing as that idea is, now is not the time or place for that.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Nightwing did not respond to her words at first. There was no point in picking a fight over this. There was no time. It was either wait around for the FBI to find them. Or make it a challenge and stay one step ahead of them at every turn. And there were more than one way of doing so.

At her comment and action of being withing arms length, Nightwing backed off a bit. He walked over to the motorcycle and grabbed his helmet and lifted it up as if to show her something. And after she spoke, he did point out something about it.

"No worries. There is a built in rebreather to the from vent of the helmet," Nightwing replied. Being one step ahead of any one was what the vigilante looked for when working. And he was going to try better to keep it that way.

He slid the helmet onto his head and grabbed an extra that was hooked onto the bike. "Here, you're going to need this. At the speed we're going to have to keep, no point in taken any chances of head injuries if there are any problems along the way," Nightwing commented as he held out the spare helmet to her.

He couldn't wait for this night to be over. He was so sick of all the games. And was ready for it to all end there and now. After handing off the helmet, he walked over to the bike and mounted on to it. He steadied the bike so he was ready to head out. He'd give her a chance taking her along. But he'd keep an eye on her. "We better get moving," he stated with the FBI probably not taking them long to learn of the escape at this point.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Pamela smirks when he backs off a little, somewhat pleased by how something as little as her scent can have that effect. Still, they're obviously not strong enough. She's too... resistible. Then again, the only reason why she didn't make them any stronger was because it would have become too blatantly obvious after awhile, and she was trying to keep up the appearance of being 'normal'. Though she supposes that reason no longer exists - if she's going to be a criminal from now on, she might as well see how far she can go with her pheromones as soon as she has the means to do so.

Then again, she is pleased to note that her pheromones are easily thwarted in this case, and when he produces a second helmet on top of that, she smiles insincerely and comments, "So sweet of you to be so concerned about my well-being." She takes the helmet from him and slides it over her head with an internal sigh - is there any possibility it won't mess up her hair? Though even as she does that, she makes an internal note at his level of preparation - but two can play at that game. She makes an additional internal note not to rely on her pheromones with the vigilantes, no matter how high she ends up dialing them up - too easy to avoid when the secret is known.

Based on how quickly and easily she seats herself behind him, this isn't her first ride on a motorcycle. True, those motorcycles were nothing like this one, but that makes no real difference to a passenger. She holds him securely around the waist and says, "Let's go," when she's ready. Even without her pheromones bothering him, she's guessing that he's going to hate every moment of this. Which means that she's definitely going to enjoy it.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

At Isley's words, Nightwing wanted to roll his eyes at her reply. Sure he didn't want anyone to get harmed in a situation he put them into. Though the whole thing between him and Isley had caused him enough stress. He wasn't about to show any reaction, knowing she'd just take that as a win in this situation.

He couldn't wait to be freedom from having anything to do with Isley. He had had enough of it and he just wanted to move on. He had better things to do with his time. And helping a criminal was not one of them. But at this point it was his only option. And he needed to take it.

As she got onto the back of the bike, he didn't look back to acknowledge her presents now. He kept looking forward. And at times down at the control panel where there were gauges for the overall bike in general and a few computer screens built in as well as multiple button. Any one in the bat-family usually had quite the setup on their vehicles.

Nightwing's eyes narrowed under the visor of his helmet as he felt Isley hold on him. And her telling him what to do. He knew when to go. He was going to be calling the shots as much as he could. Right now, he just wanted to get to her place as soon as possible without being spotted and get this nightmare over with.

He revved the bike and sped away from the alley way and into the further narrows. He'd have to stick to the lower streets. There wasn't much choice at that. Continuing, the raced through the streets in silence. Dick remember where the place was and he knew Isley would know that Nightwing did. He didn't need help with that.

After traveling for some time, they were within view of the mansion. Nightwing's eyes searched the grounds and the built in scanner system to his visor kicked in to keep search for any hidden traps. He knew that she knew this place better than he did. "Got any back entrances, unseen by the road? Or even a hidden one," he commented as the motorcycle was stopped some distance away from the place.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Pamela is quiet during the trip over to her estate. It's actually somewhat enjoyable to go flying through the streets at such a pace on a motorcycle, despite the circumstances. Even with the lingering worries about the current state of her plants, the thrill of escaping the prison and once again being in full control over her situation is much more on the top of her mind at the moment. That and quietly mulling over what she'll need to do when they get there - she has a very good memory for her work, but the antidote to what she gave him is just as complex as the poison itself and that isn't the only thing that she'll need to do when they get there.

When she recognizes the neighborhood as her own, she actually feels some excitement. But that fades quickly on first sight of her mansion. Much of the grounds aren't immediately visible to her from the street since the property is surrounded by a six foot high wrought iron fence overgrown with ivy. However, she says, "Someone's here or has been here - the lights in the back yard are on. Probably the F.B.I. - I was interrogated this afternoon, and I know they were going to look into my plants." She frowns, hoping that they simply left the lights on. At this hour, she'd expect that they'd have called it quits for the day and left. Actually, she's right about that, but they'd taken the precaution of leaving a few guards patrolling the grounds overnight. Armed guards, as in the F.B.I.'s style.

She shifts her attention to Nightwing's question. "If you take the next two lefts, that road is less used and passes directly behind the property. There's a gate in the back fence, not very hidden and chained shut though if you get it open it's less conspicuous than the front gate at least," she answers. Since her parents built the place, they were both scientists, and she's too arrogant to think that she'd have needed one, a hidden entrance is sadly unavailable. The back gate only exists because once in a blue moon it's more convenient to get things onto the property that way.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Without answering her, Nightwing shifted the bike into a silent mode of running on the motor for safety. He turned off any of the dim lights he had been using to got around there. Sure it seemed stupid to someone who didn't know what he was doing. But Dick knew exactly what he was doing.

He reached up and pressed something on the side of his helmet along the rim. This caused the visor on the helmet to go into a night vision mode. Something he had perfected with using some of the engineering from Wayne tech. for the help. It was something the Bat-family had designed into a lot of their gear. There were even computer screens that could be pulled up as well though voice command when on the go. Something Batgirl had helped with.

Nightwing started on the move again, following her directions. He was headed into the blindness of the darkness of night. The night vision working perfectly as he traveled. They would more than likely not be caught as they continued this way. He planned on having the bike close for get away. Even with the auto tracker to call the bike for auto pilot when needed.

It didn't take long to find the gate that she had been talking about. As soon as he got close, he stopped the bike. He waited for her to get off first then he climbed off and walked over to the gate. He quickly pulled out a mini blowtorch from one of his gauntlets and worked on the chain. It didn't take long for it to melt the metal links holding the chain together.

He removed the chain quietly, but quickly and got the gate open. "Alright, lets make a run for the greenhouse so we can get started," Nightwing said ready to make a move.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Pamela remains silent as Nightwing switches to a more stealthy approach. He does, after all, seem to know exactly what he's doing. And she's definitely no expert when it comes to the ability to sneak around. In fact, there's a part of her that's taking notes on what he's doing - both as something she can learn from in case she needs to do something like this again, and so that if she's ever on the receiving end of it she'll be better prepared.

If her helmet has a night vision mode too, she doesn't know how to operate it. But that hardly matters given that they're in her very own neighborhood - the vague shadows that pass by are easily identifiable to her simply because she knows what the whole thing looks like in daylight. She steps easily from the motorcycle when it stops, removes the borrowed helmet and leaves it by the motorcycle, and keeps a wary eye on their surroundings while he works on the chain.

She does have to be somewhat impressed by the mini blowtorch, even if it isn't exactly surprising that he'd happen to have one. He's prepared for anything - kind of like her before she ran into a long string of entirely unexpected events. She needs to get better at the whole 'expecting the unexpected' thing, even if she was never out of alternative means of solving her problems. It would have been difficult for her to handle getting this gate open without him since the key to it was in her purse and the spare is in her house.

"Mmm," she says in vague agreement as she confidently slips through the gate. While she's completely not used to sneaking around, this is her back yard and she knows the place like the back of her hand. Even in the dark she doesn't have any trouble figuring out the quickest route through the vast, feral-looking garden to her greenhouse that also affords a lot of protection from being spotted if it turns out that they're not the only ones wandering her garden. And it already feels so good to be among her plants again, even though the plants outside of the glass enclosure are largely dormant this time of year. She's home.

But that happy feeling ends abruptly when they near the greenhouse and she peers ahead at the entrance from behind a cluster of bushes. She freezes suddenly, then spares Nightwing a quick glance to make sure he does the same before she looks ahead again to confirm to herself what she's seeing: two men are standing just outside of the entrance to the greenhouse. On the plus side they appear to be distracting each other with a conversation. On the minus side, they're both armed with rifles. And seeing them standing there by her greenhouse is more than enough to make Pamela's blood boil.

Fortunately for them, she remembers who she's with before she does anything drastic. "I can take care of them, but I don't think you'd appreciate my methods," she murmurs very quietly. She'd love to see both of them dead, but she's guessing that acting upon that particular impulse may make Nightwing rethink the deal that they're so very close to completing - she may be free right now, but he'd probably have little difficulty turning on her and handing her back over to the F.B.I. if she managed to provoke him into thinking his life is worth keeping her behind bars.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Nightwing follow Isley through the property. She knew this place better than he did. He'd have to follow for a while. But he was on his toes, none the less. He kept an eye out for things going on.

He didn't need to catch Isley glance to see the two FBI agents ahead. He thought about it for a second. They could easily find away to avoid them. But with the agents being around, they could find them at any time. Sure she had those plants to tie people up, but that could only work for so long. And he didn't trust her with that.

She was capable of more than she looked. He knew this at this point and he had learned about it. He wasn't willing to the chance of any else losing a life over this, or by her while he was around.

He heard her remark and did not take his eyes off the agents. He did not acknowledge her little way of joking over how to handle this. This was no joke. Lives were no jokes. That was starting to sound like something the Joker would do for kicks.

"I've got it," Nightwing replied. He had a simple solution. He could go out there and knock them out himself, but they had radio in hand. And were quick to the draw. He couldn't risk them making any calls for back up. He pulled out a small gas pellet from on of the gauntlet's pockets.

He aimed and readied for the right moment. Within a second, he through it while the two were still distracted. And the gas pellet went off. The gas was a knock out gas and it worked instantly. The two agents fell to the ground. They be out for a few hours.

He was going to remark to her on methods. But who was he kicking. You couldn't teacher a villain new tricks. It all depended on how messed up they were. Nightwing looked across the yard. "Is that the only entry point," he asked her. "There's a camera panning along the side of the building if we were to make our move from her. It's vision shortly ends before it gets to the door the two were standing at, so we are still safe for now."

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Actually, she only uses the vines when she doesn't want to kill someone. At least, not immediately. There are times, after all when it's better to keep someone alive. Before her capture by the FBI that happened quite frequently because she couldn't afford to be found out as a murderer. Now that she's been labeled a criminal, she doesn't really have any reason not to kill someone unless she has a use for them. And she could easily argue that killing is better than knocking the guards out - the dead don't get in your way again or tell anyone what happened. But, similar to him, she recognizes just how useless that conversation would be if she said that out loud.

When he mentions a camera, she glances over where he indicates and scowls, "That wasn't there before." The FBI must have installed it - how dare they! This is her home! Now she really wishes that she'd killed them. Her lips go into a thin, hard line for a moment, and she's a bit slow in responding to his question because she's just so ticked off that they seemed to have been making themselves at home. "It's the only part of the building meant to open," she replies to both answer his question and offer up a suggestion as she glances over at him. The lab and the greenhouse are attached, after all, and the greenhouse is nothing but walls of glass which could be used as an entry point if they really need to.

But once again they're at a problem she knows he's more experienced at so she waits for him to make the decision. She really would have had a harder time at this if she didn't have his assistance, she must admit, even though she's fully confident that she could have made it here without him. Faster, easier, fewer hazards - pity that she won't be able to keep him around.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

"I kind of figured that from the last time I was hear," Nightwing said, with a bit of annoyance to his tone. Though trying not to let it get to him. Since he had had to come here almost every week since his first mistake of approaching her in her greenhouse that long while back.

He knew he would remember ways around as far as there being security around the place. He always took the advance move of scanning the sight visually to look out for any problems that might up rise.

He could take a hint and he had a feeling she would want to avoid anything drastic at this time. And Dick wasn't up for crashing through a window at that time. Not with the FBI around. For all he knew there could be more in the house. The best thing to do was to try and take out the camera. But it couldn't just be blinded.

Dick didn't doubt for one moment that there was probably a live feed with a agent on the other end ready to call in back up if it caught any movement. There was only one thing he could do at the time.

"Just sit tight for a second," Nightwing spoke. "The best thing to do is for the camera to get jammed with the same digital footage from a few moments ago as it was scanning. It will be the best way to keep anyone from investigating,"

And at that time he pulled out a small handle computer devise of some sort from one of the gauntlets and started working away at it. He was programming a jamming devise that he could easily aim and bug the camera with. It would work wirelessly from where they were.

Nightwing finished the program and sent it to the systems currently running in the place. He knew it took effect as soon as he saw the red light go out that it was no longer a live feed.

"Alright, lets go," Nightwing said as he got a move on and dashed toward the greenhouse entrance. Thought taking caution to watch out for any one else trying to keep an eye out over the place.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

Pamela watches in silence as Nightwing hacks into the security camera's feed. And this is exactly why she's not a huge fan of that sort of technology. Machines are simply too easy to put your faith in and then let you down when you trust it too much. She'd rather lean on her plants for her security - they are all absolutely loyal to her and can't be stopped by something so trivial as a computer program.

Which is actually why she's glad that he has such a simple way of allowing them access to the front door - breaking into her greenhouse can get tricky. Not for her so much as for him since all of her plants know not to attack her. On the other hand, if they were to break in at the wrong place Nightwing could easily touch something too toxic for him to handle. And she supposes that allowing that to happen would count as going against their deal.

When he gives the go ahead, Pamela rushes forward, clearly eager to get into the building. It's where all of her best plants are, after all, and in the warmth of the greenhouse none of her plants are dormant. There's nowhere in Gotham that she feels safer than among her babies, and beyond that she missed them while she was gone. She feels the same way about them that most people feel about their pets or their children, after all - her babies are helpless without her and need her constant care and attention. Figuring that the two at the entrance must have been all the actual people left providing security, she's heedless of the fact that might not be the case. Actually, there's one more guard patrolling the grounds of the estate, but the place is big enough that you can't see what's happening in one end of the backyard from the other so he's ignorant of their activities.

She doesn't say anything when they enter the building, but there's a noticeable change in her demeanor: relief crosses her face and she almost looks relaxed and she glances over her plants. It's as if she's suddenly had a large weight taken off of her shoulders - not far from the truth since she'd been very worried about them. But no, aside from some noticeable dehydration in some of the more delicate plants, easy enough to fix, all of them seem to have survived her absence.

However, that look of contentment disappears very quickly as she turns her attention to the lab area. It's been invaded by foreign material - it looks like the FBI spent the afternoon and evening starting to sort through the various supplies she kept there - it would be a very difficult process since much of it is toxic and she's not one to label anything. Lab equipment not belonging to her, paperwork, and other obvious hints of their activity lie abandoned for the night, waiting to be picked up again in the morning. Pamela is noticeably tense as she walks into the lab area, anger suddenly pouring off of her so thickly it's almost visible.

This building, both the greenhouse and the lab, are her sanctuary. Simply seeing such evidence that people have been there without her consent is enough to get a rise out of her, but this goes beyond that - they're planning analyzing her plants, which can't be done without harming them. Not only that, but these people probably don't even care that they'll be doing harm to such precious, helpless, innocent living things. But beyond that, she's had a sudden realization: even combined, her strength and the strength of her plants aren't enough to stop it. They could definitely put up a good fight, but the FBI have enough equipment and sheer manpower to make their victory inevitable.

Her mood abruptly shifts again and she slows to a stop once she's in the lab, and she stares at nothing ahead of her. She has no choice but to leave and find somewhere else to hide herself. Staying will only result in her getting caught again, or possibly even killed in the crossfire. But how? How can she just turn her back on her babies? Abandon them just because they're too weak? Suddenly Pamela looks like she might cry, and she has to hold herself up with a hand gripping one of the countertops. And if she's remembering that Nightwing is with her at all at this point, she shows no sign of it.

[Dick Grayson - Nightwing]

Nightwing followed her into the building. He knew this part of the place well from all the times he had to come here to get the shots to help old off the poison in his system. He had long hated doing so. But had not choice at the time.

Now was his chance to free himself of her grip. He had long waited and tried to find away without risking his life. Since his life had literally been in her control over him since the poison. And now, here they were. Back in the same greenhouse. The lab not to far from where they stood.

Though, now they had the FBI on their tails and had to work quickly and quiet. Dick didn't say anything at the time. Isley's body laughed said it all. And he did stop to realize what the FBI had done to the place. And thought about it for a second. And how Isley was at that time. It was clear she was more than upset over her home being invaded by these agents.

On the other hand, Nightwing could say he hadn't seen it coming. That or that she didn't deserve what had happened after clearly she had criminal intent to help her get to what had finally been uncovered by someones else besides Nightwing and a few others.

He kept on the alert and looked around. His concern was getting in getting what he came for and getting out. But a deal was a deal and he'd stand til he got his end of the deal. He let her have a few moments. If this wasn't the woman who had poisoned him, he might have showed some sympathy over what had happened.

Nightwing looked over toward her and finally spoke. "We better get started before any of the agents come to or decide to patrol this area," he said. Though he did not order it. It was in a calm way, but he did mean that they needed to be quick with it. He wasn't going to start a fight, not at this time. This wasn't the time or the place and he knew they both knew they needed to get out of there.

[Pamela Isley - Poison Ivy]

It isn't exactly a surprise to Pamela that she's been found out, but she never thought that she'd be put in a position where she'd have to abandon her greenhouse. She'd thought that she'd be ready. After all, her plants are strong and quick enough to catch a vigilante like Nightwing. True, they could stand for some improvement and she'd expect the vigilantes to learn their weaknesses, but she's equally able to adjust her strategy accordingly. And she has enough other plants to tackle larger groups, like a raid from a rogue or the GCPD. And once attacked she'd learn from that and be even better prepared for the next one. She's easily able to grow and adapt.

But that makes the FBI different is that they have many more resources and can get them faster. And she hadn't expected them to suddenly catch her and find out everything - she'd thought that she'd have warning. She'd thought that she'd have time. It isn't that she doesn't think that she'd be able to defeat the FBI so much as it's that she has no time to prepare. She has no idea how long it will take them to catch up, but however long it is won't be long enough. It would take days, at least.

Nightwing's words are a very unwelcome intrusion upon her thoughts, but their neutral sound and the calm tone they're given don't upset her more than she already is. While Pamela's mind might be fragile in some ways, particularly whichever part of her is supposed to keep her sanity intact, in other ways it is also very tough. She's not a woman who gives up when things get hard - she finds a way to carry on. Already she finds herself mentally sorting through what she most needs to take with her.

But first, her escape from the FBI's prison and ride here weren't free, and after a moment of silence she quietly says, "Just make sure I'm not disturbed." Though she mostly means that he should keep an eye out for any signs of the FBI or other problems, the irritated glare that she gives him as she starts to quickly gather together the supplies she needs hints that she means that he shouldn't disturb her either. If she'd bothered to stop to think about it, she might have realized that Nightwing must have some lab experience and could possibly help. Then again, the techniques she uses aren't exactly standard fare and she'd have a hard time finding things for him to help with that she wouldn't spend more time explaining than it would take for her to do them herself. Though the larger issue at the moment is that she's just too upset to work well with anyone right now.

At least it looks like she's working with all due haste. The FBI's team has messed up her usual form of organized chaos, but not to such a degree that she has too much trouble finding everything. She really doesn't have time to be doing this for him, but though she's happy to lie, cheat, steal, or do almost anything else, she's not so far gone as to not realize that it's because of Nightwing that she's even here to be worrying about how much time she has. If she hadn't made this deal with him, she would not even be here and going back on it would be low even for her. And if she didn't have standards, then how could she continue to look down on everyone else?