Hello everyone, I've been a bit MIA from the whole ff writing thing recently on here. And normally I'm not a fan of my own OC fics but I had this idea come to me and just decided to run with it. Nightwing is a great comic but unfortunately it does not belong to me. Characters like Clancy, Blockbuster, Batman or the like are defiantly not mine. However characters like my villians- Amyrallis and Rory are indeed personal. Also and obviously The DJ is original and in no way is meant to be incited as a actual sidekick of Nightwing. It's just a original idea taken to a new level for the purpose of this fic. Thanks and enjoy!~
Sidekick Episode 1:
Brutally Injured Self Serving Asshole Hero
"Corn flakes, corn flakes, corn-" Dick bustled into the kitchen in a bright morning mood out of his bedroom came the sounds of shower spray. Of course the girl from last night was packing up and moving out now but not before she got to wash up. Dick felt much better about his last night alone. From what Bruce had told him he was getting a new sidekick today, his very own Robin so to speak.One would think I'd get to choose him.Of course he was also excited because there was the high possibility,She's a mini skirt wearing school girl! Oooooh, imagine. Her slipping up and looking up at me with brooding deep eyes, seeking my comfort as I embrace her brazenly bruised bosom-
"Diiiick?" the call came from the shower as the girl clearly was finishing up, "Care for another go?" He had to admit he was startng to reverse his steps in that direction when he heard the knock on the door. "Diiick?"
"I'll, uhhh, be right there-" he called back to her and rushed to the door, throwing it open. "Thanks, Billy. But you can just leave the funny pages on the welcome mat-" he stopped in surprise as the boy on his doorstep was not the freckle pimpled ginger boy who normally delivered the paper. Instead the kid looked more like a thug, lanky jeans and sweatshirt covering a grey hood that was pulled over his face. Still it wasn't hard to read his expression or his lips...
"Great." he grunted glaring up at him, dark oliver colored eyes, pale skin and puffy baby face all came together to make one the most similar scowls to Damian he'd ever seen. Of course this new person pushed past him into the kitchen, throwing his bag down on the floor and glancing around his apartment, "I knew she'd stick me with someone like you."
"She? Who? What?" Dick began when he heard the shower water stop and out pranced Clancy in her thin pink lingerie and perfect double D breasts. He all but lost it again before the kid snorted right to his left.
"I see we start whore hour early." the sentiment sounded frighteningly close to Tim and gave Dick a few goosebumps. His boner quickly dissipating at the thought.
"Excuse me?" Clancy's southern accent picked up from under her short pretty black hair and her soft asian face stuck up into a scowl. "Who do ya think your talking to?"
"Not you." smiled the boy back behind a sneer and then up at Dick, "Can we get to it or are you gonna run to the ATM to pay her for her services?" Catty, catty kid turned back to sit at the island without saying another word. Dick normally would have come up with something smart to say but at the moment he was still in shock over the D cups, the new kid's appearance, the similarity to the new Robin and...yeah, the D cups.
"What a cantankerousness little tyke." Clancy grumbled as they quickly got to the doorway. Dick pulled her up against him, enjoying the way her thin hips pressed into his tumultuous muscular ones.
"Mmm...I love when you talk like that." he growled feeling her eagerly lift herself up on her tip toes and press their lips together. She still tasted like toothpaste and smelled like his shampoo.
"Big words?" she chuckled between his reverent kisses. "I love a man who says little."
"Then you'll love me!" the kid snapped over his shoulder from the island, staring them both down from under his green cap and hood, "GET THE FUCK OUT!" Dick lost it then, past the shock as he pushed Clancy away from him and stomped toward the kid. He grabbed his zipped up collar and pulled him directly into his face.
"That's my girl you're talking to, shithead." he snarled down at the kid watching him slightly reel back from the spitting spray of the bigger man. "Don't talk to women like that." he then roughly let go of the kid's collar sending him reeling back into the chair beside him and completely off balance and shaking.He fucking deserves it.Turning back to Clancy who smiled gently in the doorway, "Sorry, baby..."
"It's okay, honey." she smiled back and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer again, "I'll see you tonight?"
"You got it." they kissed once more, a kiss that held that special little ring of buzz to it. He let it last pretty long enjoying both the feel of her body, her breasts pushing up against his pecs and of course the annoyed rush still running from the kid in his apartment.See brat, this is what I do best.
"Finally..." muttered the kid as Dick finally closed the door after Clancy still in her lingerie. She only had to go down two flights in the apartment building so she never really came over in much more then lingerie.
"HEY!" Dick barked, making the kid jump and glance up at him again under long lashes, "What did I fucking say about talking like that-"
"You said I couldn't talk to her like that. She's not here. So I'm not." the kid had corrected his seating again to lean over the island and glare him down as Dick returned to pouring his milk into the bowl of cereal. He glared the kid over, he didn't seem even remotely bothered or uncomfortable about this whole situation, just pissed.Some manners too. Walks right into my place, makes himself at home, doesn't respect my guests, swears up a fucking ton and-the kid picked a apple out of a bowl on the island and took a good big bite out of the green core.
"Who the fuck are you?" Dick snapped as the boy chewed through the bite of his apple, "You know it's rude to just go into someone's house...not to mention dangerous at your age."
"My age..." muttered the kid examining his apple as he rolled up his sleeves and pressed his elbows into the island.
"Yes, I could be a theif or a murderer or a-"
"Superhero?" the kid looked right at him, olive green eyes unblinking and unapologetic. "Isn't that, right? Nightwing?" The milk splashed over the bowl and quickly Dick reached over the island for the second time, grabbing that collar and forcing the kid up so fast the apple hit the floor too.
"how do you fucking know that?" hissed Dick, blue eyes flicking back and forth into those shameless moss colored ones. The hood covered bits of his hair as he just smiled back and then the kid reached up and whacked at Dick's hand roughly until he let go.
"I wasn't sure except for a address. But you just proved me right." Dick winced as he realized he had done exactly what Bruce had warned him not too. Was he losing it?You're gonna have to make sure this kid stays quiet now...
"what do you want?" Dick glared him down. The kid raised a eyebrow, it was light in color probably what they called 'sandy brown'. His eyes were also oddily captivating but not in a gay way just, that they seemed to be shaped like Clancy's...like almonds almost. Although he didn't appear asian or-
"Ask the league." is all the kid said again spinning around on the chair while continuing to munch away on that apple. Dick didn't waste any time he moved over to the home entertainment station to the right just past the kitchen. With one specific passcode to the television and a special security privileged password did the whole wall move back and show his version of a 'BatCave'. It was smaller then Bruce's of course, he'd had to pay for it himself but it had all the bells and whistles he needed. Five different screens each for displaying his sequence of crime location, research, and communication. He knew he didn't need to worry about the kid because from what he could see looking back, the chair was still occupied and spinning around in disinterested circles.
Dick typed in a few quick keys into the screen and he quickly watched as the WatchTower was directly connected to his small back work room."Nightwing."Bruce, or rather the dark cowled form of Batman stood before the screen. On his right was Superman and to the left, Wonderwoman."What do you have to report?"
Dick knew being polite here was important but it was kind of hard considering, "Some little brat just showed up in my kitchen, eating my food and declaring you guys sent him here." Batman lowered his head as he turned to face Dick via the communication set. Bruce's dark cold dead eyes could be seen beneath that mask and it took another minute to really hear him even though it felt like a sickening echo in his head-
"That is your sidekick."Batman did not blink at this statement as he glared Dick right down. Dick couldn't even look, just staring dead ahead as his mouth hung somewhat open,"He is Black Canary's student...but he's been gaining points in other areas."WonderWoman finally spoke up gently nodding along as she explained with a small smile. This was obviously easier for her since her close friend was Black Canary but Dick didn't know the first thing about her...accept that she was fucking hot and her costume consisted of hot tight leather an netted stockings.Come to think of it she's a walking S&M ad."Green Arrow offered him up after he personally over saw some of the kid's recent work. He's in need of one on one training. Sidekick work would be perfect."Superman only spoke with a calm already decided demeanor.
"Why? Why do I even need one? Bruce I don't-" Dick began starting to argue just like he had as a sidekick himself.
"Nightwing! No names." Batman growled in warning and of course with barely a conscious concern to his voice,"That boy is what the league choose for you. He's a perfect fit for your style."
"..don't I get to choose my sidekick." muttered Dick glancing down and away.And maybe name him? I mean come on. You named me.Batman didn't seem interested in anything Dick thought or said so the moment was clearly over.
"You will find the DJ to be worthy of your company, Nightwing."smiled Wonderwoman trying to cool the uneasy moment."I know you will warm up to him."Dick shook his head trying to verify just how stupid this was. How impossible. He worked alone he-
"If you don't mind I need to speak with Nightwing alone."Dick felt his stomach rise to his throat and his pulse speed up as WonderWoman and Superman seemed to just leave;"...Night- no...Dick...no...Robin."Batman's voice made him practically choke on his own breath as they stared each other down,"I raised you best I could. Trained you, brought you up and made you the best you."
"you're right, you did." Dick muttered feeling still a little unfettered, "I mean...without you there would be no Nightwing...at all." Batman turned his head to one side, the cowl strapped to his face far more then before.I grew up in your shadow...and now...now you want me to be the shadow over someone else?
"This is a favor, Nightwing. From Queens Incorporated."Now that made sense, it was a business transaction, something not even Dick could avoid. It came from both Bruce Wayne's real life and Oliver Queen (Green Arrow's), which meant that this was as plainly put...A match made in boardrooms.
"Understood." he looked at Batman, at Bruce Wayne with barely a bat of an eye he understood. "So long as you understand that I'm not taking him in like you took me in. I'm not training him or even accepting him as a permenant sidekick. I'll do this for you but no one else."
The line cut and he knew that was that. "Tell Damian I said 'heey'" Dick muttered as he turned back out of the Nightwing lair. The home system station swinging back into place as it's owner turned back slowly toward the boy still spinning around on the island stool. "...Look...uh..."
"DJ." the kid finally stopped the stool so he was turned completely facing him with barely a second to give Dick a chance to say more the kid jumped up and headed to the door.
"Hey, where are you going?" Dick snapped after him, the kid quickly picked up his bag and put it over one shoulder roughly.
"Where do you think?" the kid snapped over one shoulder, the hood just barely pulling back with his snap. "It's not like I want to be here." Dick frowned then realized maybe the kid had heard...but how could he, the lair had sound proof walls. Even with the door open the kid had been in a entirely different place. "And clearly neither do you or your...Batman." the last word was spat on the floor like it was ugly curse word and just like that the front door was opened and slammed shut behind him. Dick put his arms up into the air and turned around in frustration, there was literally no end to the cynical metahumans in the watchtower now.And I thought the Teen Titans job was annoying.
The streets of Bludhaven were far more dangerous, even more criminally activated then Gotham. It was exactly why he had gotten on a bus and came down here from the infamous land of the Bat, his mentor. Of course there was a remarkable amount of times he had asked 'What would Bruce Do?'
Then the crack of gunshots passed him and he quickly swung around a telephone he'd been about to pass, he swung around and down to land just behind two of the boys slinging guns at their sides. Shotguns too. Not clearly bright, those things took forever to load even with that hard of a blast.
"Hey boys-" he snickered and before the two even got a chance to turn around he'd smacked their heads into each other and they crumbled to the ground at his feet. "Now didn't your mama ever teach you not to play with guns-" he took back off down the street to the opposing gang of dumb kids also lifting guns up and rallying against each other. He cracked, snapped, and hit the boys back on their asses dodging bullets easily using his acrobatic skills.
After finishing off, he heard the communicator on his right wrist go off, "Oracle?"
Hey to you too. I have reason to believe BlockBuster is on 32nd street."Dick frowned at this announcement, BlockBuster was one of his first personal villains in Bludhaven but that was why he now began to move quickly. It was too quiet for the giant monster known as BlockBuster was out in the streets.I know it's not normally my place to inform you of your work in Bludhaven but-
"It's probably a trap." Dick muttered well aware of it already, of course he wasn't afraid or even worried. The night air whipped past him as he picked up speed and swerved around 22nd street. He was moving down the streets of Downtown Bludhaven toward the buisness district. If he didn't make this count BlockBuster would be busting more then a few good skulls in. He'd be keeping up the gang violence and many of those dumb kids would die again on the street corners. Unaware of just how stupid the whole gang identity thing was.
More then likely yes. But I mean..if it's just him...and you've beaten him before so-
"Don't worry Oracle. I can do this. Get back to work." Dick grinned to himself as he finally passed 31st street and came to a pitter pattering jog just before the stockholders building on the corner right. Lights flashed, signaling the rising funds of the few buisnessmen who kept their hold on funds. Of course in Bludhaven, Nightwing knew that that was where it started. Those politics and in high places made the rest of the city rotten. It was completely opposite from Gotham and it was his job to make sure it changed.
The street cracked, pavement trembling as he finally turned onto 32nd street, standing right there in the midst of a half crunched taxi was BlockBuster. His form at least 10'10 in height. Dick had never wondered how the fuck any man could be that big, his muscles bulging at his sides and his giant head had veins popping out. "Niiightwing." he growled turning fully to face him, "If it isn't our little ballerina..."
"Yeah, yeah we get the charade." Nightwing sneered from beneath his mask, "But this little ballerina kicked your ass."
"Did you?" growled BlockBuster shaking from head to toe, "I hadn't recalled. But of course I guess...now that you've reminded me-" he swung back his humongous fist, knuckles already glistening in the streetlamp light, "I NEED TO THANK YOU!"
Nightwing dodged the first initial impact, of course he did. He knew exactly how BlockBuster I stay away from him and let him just swing around he'll exhaust himself. Just like before. Avoid, punch, buildings crumbled at the hit and the streets seemed to crunch down as if under seismic quake. Swing, flip, fly, drop, swing, fly, flip, drop.
"You can't run forever bird boy-" Nightwing smiled to himself halfway through a flip over a park bench when he heard the crack through the air around him. He didn't feel the initial bullet until the vines wrapped around his ankles roughly, jerked him down into the bench beneath him. The crack of the bench beneath him only made him cringe in pain as he glanced back down to see the vines rising up around him. "W...what? Poison Ivy?"
"Amyrallis." BlockBuster chuckled lifting his fist back up. A girl appeared on his right shoulder, dark black hair billowing out behind her white spotted with red blood robes. "What do you think this is ballerina? Gotham?"
The girl smiled brightly to herself before suddenly the click of a revolver made Nightwing glance back up and at the third person of this fucked up BlockBuster trio, "Awwww he really does wear spandex!" another girl clearly with no powers like the Amyrallis chick and only short auburn hair cupping her face. The gun in her hand fully pushed up against his temple.
"I'm not normally one to pair up with young women but I'd like you to say hello to my niece." it was only a moment then that Nightwing saw the gun click and the bullet just barely snapped out. It would have hit his head if it wasn't for the quick reflex technique Bruce taught him. He swerved away just barely escaping with a piece of the bench's board stabbing him in the back of his leg. He cursed and managed to just barely stumble up, in intense pain with blood drizzling out behind him. He ran into the nearest alley, trying to keep up his speed even with the impending doom no doubt rising up at 10'10 behind him.
He could see flashes of his life before his eyes- his mother's eyes as she brightly urged him to jump down from the top of the circus pole. His father urgently ordering the net to be taken down. His breath falling from his lips as his trembling legs launched him off the platform and into the thin air before. His stomach rose to his throat and then he let himself roll, soar and glide. Like a Robin.
He could see it now, the old him standing well ahead of him, young and cocky as he toppled up against the alley wall. He knew it was a figment of his imagination and the pain undoubtly was mixing with the loss of blood. He began to dooze in and out for a minute there unable to even hear Oracle's voice rising up concerned,"Dick? Dick! Can you hear me? Dick! Please answer-"
The young Robin neared him and then knelt down carefully beside him, picking at the communicator on his wrist before lifting it to his own lips. Dick could barely believe he was watching himself so much younger answering him fully...
"He's here." a voice from this illusion Robin, so clear and concise as it answered for him to Oracle. "Pretty beat up though."
Who is this?
"No one." was the answer from the illusion of Robin, he knew it was supposed to be himself but he really could barely keep his eyes open and it sounded like Oracle didn't recognize him. Oracle had known him as a kid back then so if she didn't think it was him...then it... "I believe BlockBuster is working with three other people."
"T...two." Nightwing managed to gasp out between the shattering feeling ripping through his ribs. "...Amy...raliss...a...and..."
"Amyraliss?" the voice cracked and suddenly through his slumped through eyelids he came face to face with the actual boy before him. It was the kid, the one with the hood from before. His olive green eyes were wide and yet he didn't seem surprised, "...but why would she help a villian."
Do you know her?
"A bit. We went to school together." the kid muttered then looked back down at Nightwing, helping suddenly set him up against the brick wall of the alleyway. The streets just behind them shook and trembled with the approach of BlockBuster and his gang.
"I h...have...to...mo-"
You're not doing shit.Oracle snapped,We need to back off now or else we'll never survive this.
"I don't think BlockBuster is interested in a surrender. He'll hunt 'em down." the kid argued with Oracle, "We need to face him head on."
That's suicide.
"So is putting on a spandex suit and running after bad guys with weapons." Oracle tried to argue more with the kid but he put the Dick's wrist back down, the communicator still going off.
I'm calling back up, Dick. Right now I'm-
The kid patted his shoulder once and then quickly got up, his black high tops brushing into the alleyway's dirt as he shoveled past him toward 32nd street. Nightwing said nothing anymore as he truly felt the last of his air sweep out of his lungs. Even as he tried to get back up did the piece of wood in his leg pierce him thoroughly. The pain and blood loss was to much and he was gone...
"Sakura." Cash shouted out hoping she'd hear him, "SAKURA?"
"Look, it's a little thug." a cocky familar giggle rang out just above him on the roof of the building there. Nightwing was barely a couple feet behind him. He had to move and fast, baring his feet out on either side of him as he raised his fists up at her. "although from what I remember you're not much of one are you, pretty boy?"
"Rory." Cash snarled, feeling anger flood him throughly. Looked like a lot of his friends from school had made previously unheroic decisions. Rory however really didn't surprise him, she'd always liked the dark side of things.
"Now, now. Let's not use our names." she lectured waggling her finger out and away from the trigger. So Cash shot up the wall unfortunately Rory was faster. She clicked down the trigger with her free hand and the bullet brushed his shoulder. He jerked back and barely landed in a heap on the dirt ground below, wincing in pain. "Oh, poor thing. Did that hurt?" Cash glowered up at her as he felt the brush of the bullet's pain really trill through him. The thrill of exhiliration really was pounding through his ears now though.
That was good. He locked on that sound instead of letting himself put up with her cocky babbling. "Whatever will you do now? Try to take over for our spandex hero..." Cash carefully moved to the side, still in a complete kneeling form.
"ROOORY-" the roar of Blockbuster came out of the space just before the alley they were in. Now he came down it toward his niece tearing down buildings and dumpsters in the way with his giant form. "What have we here?"
Focusing only on that thundering, that exhilaration in his head just as Black Canary taught him did he see the red moment when BlockBuster turned toward him, not really seeing him. Undoubtly just seeing a weak little kid trying to act tough in his street clothes while Nightwing just behind him was now slowly stirring to consciousness.
"C'mon Nightwing...it's time to finally finish this." Focus on the silence, the strain and the crackle behind it. Feel it in your veins, in your lungs let it pump your blood through your heart and head now release it from your mouth instead of your ears. Let it be a full forced explosion with only your will as the trigger. The full scream filled his lungs and then just like that did he open his mouth as BlockBuster reached out to grab Nightwing in his huge hands and crush the last bits of life out of him.
!
the screech shot through the alley blowing back everything and anything BlockBuster had missed. Buildings crashed down and even the stock market sign first cracked into tiny pieces of glass fiver paneling before quickly hitting the ground in a rising bowl of dust. The business district and BlockBuster were buried beneath the dust for now but Cash knew he had to get moving. As he spun around trying to see through it and find the idiot known as Nightwing did he come face to face for just a minute with her...
Sakura, Amyrallis.
She stood there in the midst of the dust he'd kicked up with a sad solemn face, "Cash..." he just stared at her and nodded. She smiled understanding full well and quickly moved along unharmed by her enemy.
Cash quickly grabbed the arm of Nightwing who was lingering on consciousness again, "W...what happened?" he grunted, Cash just shook his head and muttered.
"Superman came. You know how it gets." before they began to stumble back, with the little sense of direction Cash managed to get them back to the apartment. Just as the climbed the last of the steps, just behind them a door opened with a loud creak. "Dick?" instantly Cash felt Nightwing cringe against his arm. Luckily he had enough sense in him to understand and recognize the bitch behind him. "Get inside." Cash snapped, "I'll cover." Dick let go of his arm and limped up the last of the steps Nightwing gear still pretty chopped up. Hopefully he had a way to repair it.
"I...is that..." Clancy pointed up the steps after the spandex wearing figure as Cash stomped back down the steps and glared right into her eyes.
"Member of the League. Needed a place to stay." he said unbidden by it.
"Oh...so...you are..." Clancy slowly looked back down at Cash again. He looked to the side and quickly the half truth came to him.
"I'm a member of the League. I worked one on one with Batman and Green Arrow so I'm here under a indetity. If you know what's good for you you'll keep it that way." he glared her down, "Which includes our common pal, Dickie."
Instantly Clancy's eyes widened, "T...th-then that wasn't?"
"That?" Cash pointed behind him then began to laugh, "No. no. Dick's at the old bar working. Thank god or else we'd be caught." then his moss green eyes snapped back up at her making even Clancy lose her peacefully calmed smiled, "Now...are you gonna keep this on the DL or are you gonna blab?"
"N...no. I won't." Clancy quickly agreed, Cash crossed his arms in front of his chest trying to impose proof that she wouldn't. Clancy bit her bottom lip then looked right back up at him, "I won't tell if you promise to make this neighborhood a better place."
Cash pursed his lips, "Blackmailing the blackmailer..." he muttered holding his head back, "Alright, alright. I think that's plausible. but...if you do..."
"I know." Clancy smiled back, "You'll make me pay."
"you got it." he nodded, "Like I said. No Dickie. Or else."
Clancy quickly turned back around and hurried into her apartment, not wanting to cause any more trouble. "That was easy." Cash muttered turning back up the steps then paused in the doorway to Dick's apartment as he glanced inside. How did he know if he was even welcome inside again...
"H...hey..." the weak bristly growl from within the dark apartment called out to him as he stood in the shadow of the doorway still, "are you coming inside..." the low but still pained voice spoke from the couch's back where Nightwing was leaned up against it.
"Didn't want to invite myself in again." Cash put one hand on his hip as he watched Nightwing inhale with strikes of whistling pain reaching out of his throat.
"d...don't be a...ass." Cash nodded deciding to just move it now, he hurried over to him and examined the board- or where the piece of board had pierced him.
"You pulled it out?" Cash whispered looking back up at him in shock, "Are you insane? It was like a torniquet. You're insides are fucked now-"
"I wasn't...I'm used to it." Cash rolled his eyes at this excuse. He quickly turned back toward the kitchen. There was a old kitchen oven cloth above the stove and he quickly took that back to wrap around Nightwing's leg where the wound was.
"You know just because we all sneeze doesn't mean our hearts don't all stop now that we're used to it." he ignored him completely with only a snarl at the annoying chuckle from the boy. Cash finished tying the new tourniquet before hurriedly moving to close the door to the apartment for him then flicked on the lights.
"Ugghh..." Dick groaned pulling down the top of his Nightwing uniform. Crisply it drooped down over his biceps and pecs while Cash made himself busy moving toward the stove.
"Tea, might help and maybe some soup..." Cash muttered just trying to look anywhere but at the thoroughly wounded Nightwing.
"you know...if you can't handle blood...it's better you don't work with me." Dick smirked to himself as he just watched the kid stand in front of the stove completely ignoring him change mid living room.
"Yeah...well...I never much liked gore." Cash let out a small grumble, "Or...people rudely busting into their apartment."
"...still pissed about earlier?" grinned to Dick to himself turning around as he held his side and slipped slowly toward his 'BatCave'. "Well I've got bigger fish to fry...BlockBuster-"
"Is being defeated no doubt by Green Arrow or whoever the fuck Oracle got from the league for backup." Cash didn't need to turn around to guess Dick's expression leveled out toward pissed. "Maybe if you'd just accepted me as your fucking sidekick this wouldn't have happened."
"Sidekick?" Dick turned finally to glare the kid down as he stood in front of his stove, "Seriously? You blame me? You walked away yourself."
"Because I have to serve some self serving asshole-" Cash snarled over his shoulder and head for the door.
"HEY! Hey-" Dick snapped holding out a hand as he tried to move to stop Cash from leaving again, "That's brutally injured self serving asshole hero." he corrected him fully and it worked Cash stopped just short of the doorway, "and just for your information...that's every hero ever."
"Not the Flash!" Cash snapped.
Instantly Dick blinked in surprise, "Bart?"
Cash crossed his arms in front of him and nodded, "I like him. I read all his stuff and I'd rather be his sidekick-"
"Well tough. Unless you can run faster then the speed of light." Dick chuckled before wincing as the BatCave door opened and sure enough he just barely typed in a few lines before the screen showed that BlockBuster was being reprimanded by a bunch of Green Lanterns. It really was a shock to Dick's pride but for now-
"Sound." the kid in the doorway now of his BatCave kept his entire attention.
"What?" Dick snapped turning back toward him in annoyance.
"The speed of sound. I'm only as fast as sound." the kid said with a long pause and a equally unpleasant look from Dick Grayson.
"I left because I knew you didn't want me here."
"Well that's not changing." Dick turned back to the screen and just felt more irritated at the sight of these alien heroes taking out his villian, his takedown in his town. Fuck, Bruce would hear and he'd think Dick couldn't handle himself. "I won't suddenly change my mind."
"...but." Cash murmured.
"You decide if you stay or not." Dick said and simply typed the keys quickly turning off the TV, "Me. I'm gonna rest up, heal and then get the fuck back out there."
"...Fine." Cash said and turned back into the room as Dick moved out of his BatCave, slightly sulking and still having to limp. "Where?"
"What?" Dick glanced over at him as he went to take the teapot off the stop.
"Where do I sleep?" Cash asked calmly watching Dick pause and then pour the drink.
"Couch."
"Right. Couch." Cash turned back toward it, "Does it pull out?"
"No."
"...fucking self serving asshole hero."
"I told you, That's brutally injured self serving asshole hero."
