A dark hair Latina woman carrying a child of two years old stands in the middle of on the roof of a building in the middle of a busy part of a city called Bludhaven. This part of Bludhaven has the highest crime rate. She is here to find a curtain hero that the woman has watched, therefore she has learned where he mostly is. A sound of someone landing softly alerts her of the arrival of the hero she's looking for. She turns to see a man with dark, short hair. Wearing a black leotard with a red V across his chest. A black domino mask covers his eyes.
"What are you doing in a crime populated place alone, and with a child?" asks the hero.
"To find you Nightwing," answers the woman.
"Well, you did," says Nightwing. "But I still stand by what I said. This is no place for a woman to be alone with her child."
"I will go, but I need to speak with you," insists the woman. "I'm hiding in the abandoned parking garage two miles from here. Meet me there and then we will talk more." With that she leaves through the door connecting the roof from the inside of the building. Nightwing follows her, keeping to the shadows. He continues watching over her until she reaches the abandoned parking garage she was talking about. The parking garage has four floors and was once owned by a pimp. The ground floor was were costumers paid their money and picked out who they want to do. The floors above were for the costumers getting pleasured. The sex garage closed down when Nightwing took down the big pimp. Now the homeless lives there. Once Nightwing is sure that the woman is going to be OK he goes back to the roof of the building he met her on and continues his patrol from there.
Two hours later Nightwing sneaks back to the homemade tent he saw the woman crawl into. She is right there. Inside the tent is empty and the woman is holding two bags. The child is clinging to her.
"OK, what did you want to talk to me about?" asks Nightwing.
"Me and my niece here are being haunted down by my husband," replies the woman. "I've been moving us from homeless camps to homeless camps. I want a place I can hide for a longer time without putting anyone at risk. Do you have a safe-house where I can live?"
"I do have a place in mind," muses Nightwing before hitting the comm button. "Nightwing to Red Robin do you hear me?"
"I hear ya," responds the voice of his younger brother. "What's up?"
"I got a woman and child here needing a safe-house," answers Nightwing. "I read in one of your files that you used a safe-house to interrogate an assassin. Where is it?" Red Robin gives Nightwing the location, Nightwing writes it down on some paper the woman hands him and he hangs up the call.
"Here's the location," says Nightwing as he hands the woman the piece of paper. "You go there right now and I'll follow you in the shadows." the woman does as Nightwing instructs her to do.
The safe-house is a rundown apartment building with boarded up windows. The woman enters one of the apartment rooms and Nightwing follow in after her, he locks the door behind them.
"OK, time for more details," exclaims Nightwing as the woman sits down on the couch with her niece on her lap.
"My name is Josefina Flores," she begins. "This is Rosa. You knew my sister, Catalina, as the second Tarantula. More then two years ago Catalina came to my house during her pregnancy. A while after Rosa was born Catalina left her in my care as she went out to find you. The next time I saw her was in jail a week before she died (she takes an envelope out of one of the bags). She gave me this to give to you if she didn't get out of jail alive (she hands Nightwing the envelope). A little less then a year later I married a man named Harold Ward. Five days ago I got a call from him to notify me that he just got fired from his job with a company that has been going down hill for a while now. He was going to stay out longer so that he can look for a new job. The next time I saw him was after dinner. He smelled like he had been drinking. There was the smell of beer on his breath. He started yelling for me to return the child I stole. I tried to calm him down and tell me what he meant by it, but he punched me so hard I fell down. I snatched up the vase and hit him as hard as I can with it. I knocked him out cold. I grabbed Rosa and as much as these two bags can hold and ran. When I got here three days ago I tracked your movements to see where is the place you most often visit. That is where we met." On the envelope Josefina gave Nightwing it says,
To Mi Amor Nightwing
-Tarantula.
He opens it and reads the letter inside.
Mi Amor Nightwing,
If you are reading this it means I'm dead and unable to do this myself. I wrote this to make sure you know about the daughter I gave you. I left her in the care of my sister Josefina. Her name is Rosa. I left her without a last name so that you will give her your real name if and when you meet her. Josefina will fill you in on Rosa's birth.
Adios,
Tarantula A.K.A Catalina.
When Nightwing look up from the letter after reading it he sees Rosa has fallen asleep in Josefina's arms.
"Why don't I show you to the bedrooms," offers Nightwing. Josefina accepts and carries Rosa as Nightwing leads the way. The bedroom has one queen sized bed in it with a bedside table and a dresser.
"Josefina, has Catalina mentioned any guys to you?" asks Nightwing.
"You're wondering if Rosa is really your child?" says Josefina, Nightwing didn't answer. "Catalina told me who Rosa's father is. You were the only one she's ever gone that far with." Nightwing's expression relaxes and he looks at Rosa sleeping soundly curled up in Josefina's arms. He brushes a strand of hair out of her face. Then he pulls the blanket on the bed back.
"Stay with her while I take care of this," says Nightwing as Josefina places Rosa in the bed.
"Just go do what you must in order to do your job," replies Josefina. She gives Nightwing the address of where she lived with her husband and Nightwing leaves the apartment building.
Hello all Nightwing fans out there. I'm writing this story because no one (not even the creators of the Nightwing comics) is writing a story on a way Nightwing could deal with what happened after Blockbuster's death. Rape, one-sided-sex, whatever you call it, it all means the same thing, even if you don't go all the way it leave behind a scar inside. One that will not heal easily. I myself was almost raped and I still have problems related to it. The creators only dealt with the killing of Blockbuster, but not the rape. Hey, if you writers of the Nightwing comics are still looking through this site (like how you found the one that thought up the plot this story is centered about) you are more then welcome to use this story if you don't have anymore plans for future arcs. Only this time, let this child of side kicks live. That's all I ask in return other then my name in the issues you do this for.