yoo, i really wished they had a Nightwing tag in this section for this fandom... he did appear in the show, after all. :/ Either way... enjoy!
It was cold.
That was the only thing on Nightwing's mind, as he walked along the empty streets of Jump City. The only sound to accompany himself was the sound of his teeth chattering against eachother. It was dark, it was cold, and a rather lonely night, still, this didn't give Nightwing the night off. Years had passed, and crime seemed to steadily drop throughout the years, but the boy was still weary. If there was anything he had learned from Batman, it was that crime never slept.
And even if there wasn't any crime happening at the moment, he knew he had to stay on guard.
This didn't mean he enjoyed it, though. Sure, he had always been a bit of a loner and did enjoy a moment of solitude, but the decrease of just about everything within Jump City didn't help. While it was good crime dropped, so did the job rates, and population. People moved, far far away from Jump. Crime had always been inhibited within the city, so Nightwing supposed he couldn't blame the people for getting tired and wanting to leave.
The male sighed, as he came to a stop.
It had been almost two hours now, and after a full patrol of the city, he was growing tired. He found it upon himself to take a seat on one of the benches, and eased into a resting position.
He looked over what he saw before him-what had once been so full of life, was now dull and dreary. He took a moment to close his eyes, inhaling the cold breeze of air. Millions of memories flashed past his eyes-some good, some bad, but for the most part, they were good. It seemed the good outweighed the bad, because he could clearly remember all the times he had gotten into some deep trouble, whether it be with himself before his days of crime fighting, fighting with Batman, or even fighting with... the Titans.
He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, feeling anguish over them.
Years had passed, and for one reason or the other, the titans had disbanned. They rarely kept in contact now, but Nightwing could remember the times where they were all like a family, smiling together, comforting eachother, helping eachother. He could remember a time where Starfire had been caught in this future, and the two helped eachother out with a crime. He even remembered when she told him, back when he was Robin-it appeared that even if they could change the future for a moment, it wouldn't change. No, she didn't dissapear, she was not the cause of the Titans disbanning, for they all had their own reasons.
Nightwing pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling all the more guilty for his reasoning of leaving. He had been selfish-while he worked wonderfully with the Titans, over time, he got fed up. He left, and resumed the role of Nightwing not long after. That was almost a year ago-he shook his head in shame, feeling pitiful for how it ended.
Not that his team mates didn't have their own thing going on. He remembered how within time Star felt the need to return to Tamaran, after her sister tried to take over... again. She remained there now, and Nightwing could only imagine that she was trying the best to be the best ruler she could be. He remembered Beast Boy feeling heartbroken, for one reason or another. His inner turmoil had gotten to him within the years-the guilt of loosing his parents-loosing Terra-he tried to go after her again, tried to regain their friendship for so long, but it seemed after a while, he just gave up. That was more than enough reason for him to just stop, or so he claimed. Cyborg's technology was running low. He was having more technical difficulties-more system failures, and for the longest time, he had beilved he was done. That his battery had permanetly dried up.
And... Raven.
Nightwing smiled fondly at the memory of her. Yes, she too had her own reasons to quit. Though she was free of Trigon, she felt the need to return home to Azarath, to protect her mother. She was free of his influence, and since she could fully express herself, she had felt the need to show just how greatful she was for her mother.
Raven crossed his mind from time to time-he never truly stopped thinking about her. While he did have a fling with Starfire for a while, he had always deeply cared for Raven. When he and Star broke up, she was the first one to be there for him. They understood eachother, they had a bond. Sometimes Nightwing wondered if their bond still worked-that maybe, if he really tried, his thoughts could reach out to her. He missed her. He missed her company, how they could sit together for houts on end, curled up with just a good book, without feeling awkward of how quiet it was. That was the best thing about her-she enjoyed a moment of silence, and she understood it. It was easy to just spend time with her, if he wanted to clear his mind, since his other team mates were generally loud and overly excited.
He remebered how stunning she was. The shine of her hair, the curves of her body, the calm smile upon her lips. He found himself thinking of holding her, feeling the need to hold her close to him, and he regretted not taking the chance to hug her more often when they were younger.
He remembered all the times he did get to hold her, though. He could remember clearly when Trigon had broke free, and how they had defeated him. Still, within that time frame, before and after his defeat, he could recount all the times they spent talking, late at night, while he would hold her while she cried. They would drink tea together. Nightwing-or, Robin, would let her spill everything she needed to, and he would help her back to bed.
He could even recall a few times where they slept together-not in a sexual way, but if Raven felt espicially scared, Robin would crawl into bed with her, hold her close, cuddle her-and she would be asleep within seconds. And then she would be happy the next morning. And he would make her tea, way before the other titans woke up, to surprise her.
Yes, if he re-called, there were many times where he could have let her in on how he really felt about her. The implications were there-though, now that he thought about it, perhaps she could sense how he really felt through their bond.
And maybe that was enough for her.
He was always rather stubborn in admitting feelings, anyways.
Yes, he thought about her alot.
He missed her alot, too.
Nightwing let out a sigh again, as all of the memories flashed past his eyes, and he missed them. He looked around, realising just how alone he actually was in this moment.
Nightwing, paused then. He could hear a slight muffled shufting sound-as if someone was running away. He stood up abrubtbly, looking around, and saw someone escape into a dark alley way not too far from where he was positioned.
His eyebrows scrunched together, and in that moment, he left his thoughts of Raven behind him, as he chased after the possible villain.