Summary: Five years has passed since a young Dick Grayson confessed to Black Canary that he has decided to not take the path Batman has taken. But how much has changed in those five years? One-Shot
I do not own anything Young Justice or DC related.
Hurting? Try traumatized.
Nightwing looked down the long hallway ahead of him, watching the door at the end warily. The time had come and there was no avoiding it now.
I finally become leader and wind up sending all my friends to their deaths.
They would never forgive him. The last few weeks had been hell for them, especially with all of their mentors gone. Even Zatanna and Rocket, who had not only their regular hero duties but had been placed with extra League responsibility, had taken to spending any free time available at the cave.
The place where their memories of her were strongest.
I-I know I did what I had to do, but I hated it. When we first started this team, I was desperate to be in charge- not anymore.
He began to walk. His footsteps echoed and bounced off the walls, almost drowning out his rapid heartbeat. It didn't feel like too long ago that he and his team (the 'original' eight) had walked this hall. Heading to the training room to prepare for a mission or the lounge, where Nightwing was currently heading, to watch a movie or just enjoy each other's presence.
Dick smiled. He remembered the good memories and for a moment felt the happiness and peace he felt then. But then again, that was a while ago.
I always wanted - expected to-to grow up and - and become him.
Suddenly more memories began to flood his mind as he walked. The good times- laughs, jokes, training, succeeding, growing together, fighting together, being together- and the bad times– tears, bruises, lectures, failing, loosing, leaving, moving on. All came at Nightwing at a record speed and for a moment he couldn't remember why he did it, any of it. The plan. Telling Kaldur. Convincing Wally. Preparing Artemis.
And the hero bit, I'm still all in. But that thing inside of him, that thing that drives him to sacrifice everything for the sake of his mission, that's not me.
But deep down he does remember. Tula had died because the Light had planted a trap. And as much as it pains him to admit, it was only days after it happened that the idea popped into his head. Kaldur had found out his lineage only a couple of weeks ago, and with Tula's death everything was in perfect position.
His teammate, his friend, had died and he could only think strategy.
He felt sick.
And now he was at the door, where on the other side the team-or what was left of it- waited. He had only told them that the meeting was of the utmost importance.
He glanced down and opened the holographic screen on his glove computer. Dick re-read the message a couple times to reassure himself. Kaldur and Artemis had gathered all the information necessary. Now it was Nightwing's turn.
With a breath he pushed the door open and stepped inside.
I don't want to be Batman - anymore.
Too bad it was too late.
Hey everyone! This is actually my first fanfic so I hoped you enjoyed it. (I don't like when people post that at the beginning of the story because it makes me biased while I read XD )
Anyways, please review and tell me what you think. If you guys have good suggestions I may be willing to rewrite some parts to make it work better. I'm not a hundred percent happy how it came out, but for now I think it's ok.
If anyone is willing to beta future stories, just message me. I always have ideas, this is just the first time I decided to write one down.
Thanks,
LupinAndTonksFan
