A/N) This is a huge bunny that won't leave me alone! I've been obsessing over Young justice and Teen titans all month, reading stories left and right, it's called Bing reading, and then this mash up was born. Thrown together from some YJ, TT, Batman, Comics storylines, and a whole mess of AU-ish thoughts from my brain.
As you've probably understood by now, this won't be a one show based story. Ok, good ok. I look forward to your thoughts. And just a heads up this will have several different characters that never appeared in YJ. Yah I think I made it pretty clear that this will be stretched far into the DC universe. But I categorized it in the YJ fandom because it has a more open selection of characters, not like TT. Plus the bat-clan is involved with a bunch of others. Yah.
ON WITH THE SHOW!
Have fun!
He shouldn't have let him go on his own.
It was a stupid thing to do. He knew there was something bigger then a simple drug operation going underway. Why? Why had he let him go out on his own!
Nightwing suppressed the sickness that was swarming from his middle and threatening to immobilize his limbs. He and his current team were rushing down from Gotham Bay to find and possibly save Robin. Their Robin. His Robin. His little brother.
"Nightwing! The com's fuzzing! I can't get a read on Robin!" Batgirl rang in his ear as they roared down the dark streets. Rain started pelting his face. When had it started? He didn't care. His body was numb, he couldn't feel anything, the terror was strangling him.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! It was supposed to be a simple retrieval mission. How had it gone so wrong? Nightwing suppressed a shudder. Supposed to be and was, were two very distinctly different things for them in this line of work.
He'd let Robin go off to search over and get evidence from a warehouse downtown Gotham. Then came the bone chilling yelp. Robin had actually called in distress. All that was left replaying in his mind was the horrible blood rotting screeching laughter piercing his ear and heart.
He refused to believe who's laugh that was. No. It wasn't. His rationale brain was refusing the fact so strongly, it actually hurt to keep at bay. That monster couldn't be there. He couldn't! He had no connection with this mess at all. None. Why would he be there? Why would he be there. . . with Robin.
His little brother.
A loud explosion erupted only half a mile away, the dark sky lit up as the hard cracking ground shook. The young hero gasped, lost mental control for a moment which made him lose balance that threw him off his roaring bike.
He rolled to a stop, panting, ignoring the stinging of several scraps on his face as his team landed or stopped next to him.
"Night-"
He didn't stay to hear.
He jumped up and flew towards the wreak, barley breathing, blood from a small concussion dripped down his face mingling with sweat, rain and dirt.
No. No. NO! He's ok. He has to be ok! He is ok! The young mans brain tore in on it's self as his vision blurred.
The sight of the smoking, flaming warehouse flashed and engraved it's grotesque image in his mind.
"No!"
Nightwing wouldn't have it. He couldn't let it be. He threw himself forward only to be stopped by a blur.
"Dude, no. You can't. It's flaming, Nightwing, STOP!" A red and yellow clad teen tried to stop the desperate friend.
"No. Kid! Let me GO! I HAVE TO GET TO HIM, YOU CANT'! Stop!"The boy flow out of his friends grasp and punched him across the face. With a new sense of terror and desperation that was ripping him apart he threw himself toward the accident and began tearing at the fallen debris.
"Robin? ROBIN!? PLEASE!ROBIN! Please, little wing, don't, not like this!" His rant came out harsh and ended broken as he dug at the hot wood and dirt. He ignored his blurring vision or how the world was caving in, all that mattered was that he got his little brother out. Alive. God, please be alive.
"Nightwing, please." It was M'gann's soft voice.
He ignored them all. Nobody moved, all too stunned to move. Nightwing lost control. A flash of black and yellow caught his eyes. God No. His heart stopped, his lungs collapsed, his head spun like a top, a loud buzzing filled his ears as voices blurred around him.
He shakily pushed the wooden plank and wall away.
The air was stiff and cold. The rain felt like needles stabbing at his flesh as he lifted the limp body of Robin. Of his little brother. Cold. Bleeding. Silent.
He heard a hiccup gasp behind him. Or was it from him? He didn't know or care.
"Jason." He whispered brokenly, "God, no, Jason, please." He forgot the rest of the world and hugged the limp form to him, not noticing the cold blood.
And cried.
Sorry it's so short. Don't worry. The rest won't be, I promise. This was just a prologue that would help you along with the rest of this story so you won't be lost ok?
So let me know, like? Love? Hate? Tell me why if you hate?
Did I do justice to Dick's character? Maybe? Never written him as Nightwing before.
If I get good response then I will definitely make this story happen!
Even if your response is like three words, still make's me feel like writing!
Catch ya later peeps.