"Good, it'd be a pity to leave you here on your own." Nightingale replied with a smile, before leading him over to her bike. "Hold on tight." That was the only warning she gave, feeling him wrap his arms around her waist as instructed. She kicked the bike into gear and sped back to her apartment, right above the bar she owned. She was still in her armour, so she opted to park in the alley first.
She removed her armour, revealing the tank top and leggings she was wearing underneath. She quickly pulled on a jacket and a skirt over them from her duffel bag, slinging it over her shoulder as she turned to Ironsight. "Well, I'm not wearing a mask now, so no point leaving my identity secret. My real name is Hikari Shirogane." She introduced herself before leading him through the door. "You don't have to let me know your real name, just keep mine to yourself."
Ironsight drew a few stares as she brought him up to her small one bedroom apartment above the pub, but it wasn't the first time Hikari dragged someone in all beaten up and the staff were used to it by now. In fact, they assumed that was the case any time she used the back door instead of the front. "Well, Here's my little nest." She welcomed him in. It seemed her assistant had come up here to help clean the place every now and then, because other than the stuffiness of the enclosed space, the place was pretty pristine.
She led Ironsight into her bedroom, and gestured at the bathroom. "Door's open, just use it if you need it." She commented absentmindedly, perfectly natural as if it was no big deal a Sentinel - a boy - was in her room. Well, it really wasn't. Hikari opened her closet and began digging around for clothes that would fit Ironsight and be fashionable enough to wear to whatever nightclub he had in mind to visit. Though it probably meant her current casual wear wasn't going to cut it either.
She found a plain tuxedo, from one of the Halloween events she had held at the bar. It seemed about the guy's size, so she laid it out on the bed and beckoned for him to change. She did the same, finding a dress she liked and wouldn't restrain her in a fight. She pulled out a
clubbing dress she hadn't worn in a while and brought it with her into the bathroom, peeking over her shoulder at Ironsight before smirking and walking in.
"You don't mind if I take a shower first, do you?" She didn't wait for an answer before closing the door, but didn't lock it. It wasn't exactly an invitation, but Hikari was a tease and if he didn't notice or was too gentlemanly to peep, well she liked nice guys as well as bad boys.
Rachel had just reached the entrance of her hideout when she felt someone's presence. Her first instinct was to reach for her gun, but when she heard Grant's voice, she relaxed and chose not to draw. She turned around to see Ravager and gasped when she noticed he was missing an eye. Most of the Titans had left for one reason or another after Mason's death and the events that followed, but none of them returned missing body parts.
"Grant. It's been a while." She moved forward and gave him a friendly hug. "What happened to your eye? Where have you been? You're the only one who didn't keep in touch when everyone else left to do their own training or... deal." He'd probably been following her for some time and waited for her to arrive at her hide out before making himself known. She kept her place a secret even from the Titans for a reason.
Still, an abandoned subway system was hardly the place for a chat. She usually accessed her hideout from an underground garage, but it was connected to an old apartment complex. She gestured to the stairway. "Let's talk on the roof."