Black Nightwing
Nightwing
Dick collapsed on his bed. After a long day of college classes and patrolling Gotham it was time for some well-deserved rest.
That's when he remembered he was supposed to meet the Team at the Mountain for a bit of training. He was going to show then how to work and hide in the dark, something he was an expert at.
He groaned and got up out of bed. He had told Bruce that he could handle everything while he and Tim were away, and he couldn't go back on his word now. So, to the Mountain it was for training.
When he arrived, it was chaos. Half the Team was asleep from the late hour. Nightwing felt their pain. It was late. He had only called the training session because Miss Martian was worried their new members wouldn't be able to handle a fight in the dark.
"All right guys, let's get to it," he said, leading them outside.
They played paintball in the trees. He always tried to make training fun as well as relevant, and he couldn't think of anything better to do to make them see how important it was to use the darkness to hide yourself, as well as how to track and find things in the dark.
He took to hiding in a tall tree where he could keep an eye on everything. His mask had night vision built in for moments such as these, and he was able to keep track of who was doing well, and who needed more work.
Soon, the sun came up and they all went back in. "Good work everyone. I'll keep this short. We need to work on fighting in the dark, but from now on it won't be so late at night. I just needed to see how you did late in the dark. Now I know what we need to work on, we can do that."
Everyone nodded and went home. Nightwing did the same. Only, he went home and got ready for class, seeing as his first class was at eight. He yawned and managed to stay awake through it with a lot of coffee. He went through his other classes as well, which required more coffee.
After classes, it was back to the Mountain to update security, comment on Miss Martian's newest recipe, and help the younger teammates with their fighting forms.
Then it was back to Gotham, the Riddler had escaped. After a brief chase and a quick fight, he was locked back in Arkham again.
Dick once again fell into bed. Then he remembered he had an English paper due tomorrow. So, he got up and wrote that.
This had been the norm for him ever since Bruce Wayne and Tim Drake had been practically forced to go on a Father/Son vacation with a whole bunch of other rich families. They went around the world, raising money for charity. Bruce just couldn't say no to that without causing questions, and Dick said he could handle patrolling Gotham with Barbara while he was gone.
Then Barbara got the opportunity to study abroad for a semester. She was studying to be a child psychologist, and the trip included several sessions helping and learning from professional psychologists. Dick told her to go, he was great at multitasking. So, she left. And now here he was, loosing his mind.
Dick was barely making it by. With everything he had to do, he was living on coffee, hadn't slept in days, and was starting to get sloppy when fighting.
Finally, the weekend arrived. Instead of sleeping, though, he was called to the Mountain. M'gann needed advice on what to make for dinner. Wondergirl wanted him to show her a hold she had seen him use. Impulse wanted him to tell stories of his greatest battles. Mal wanted dating advice. Batgirl called to say hi.
He literally collapsed that night. He had promised he could do this, but his sanity was wavering like a flag in the wind. He passed out, not knowing that the biggest challenge was waiting ahead. It would either make him great, or destroy him.
Woo! I'm back from vacation. That means a new story! This was written for yumi2482. I hope it will meet your expectations.
-Shadow
