"The Alliance has a safe house outside of DC we can go to for the night." He was more than a little curious as to what she might say. He took the turnoff toward the direction of the safe house and wound his way through the dark and twisted streets. "They usually have a mix of clothing on hand. I'm sure we can find what you need." "Not worrying about being attacked in my sleep would be a welcome change. Well, that and maybe some pizza and beer." She glanced at him, a hint of reservation in her eyes. "So as long as you can promise me those things, I'll be one happy camper." Less than a half-hour later, he keyed the number he'd been given into a keypad and pulled into an underground parking structure. Drove down the ramp on the right as he'd been instructed, then put in another code. A large metal door slid open, and he pulled inside. "It's like the Batcave," she quipped. He shut off the car. "But there are none of those cool rubber suits and no Batmobile, much to my disappointment. I wanted the whole Batcave experience but The Alliance resisted." He grabbed their bags and together they headed toward the entrance.
