A/N: Yes, I'm starting up another one. I can't help it. I'm inspired at the moment. I'm trying to update 'Undefined Frame of Mind', folks. I really am. Oh, and sorry for the slight OCness you might find in this first instalment. It will fit in and make sense later on.

Hope you enjoy this ficlet!


Summary:

Raven, a girl who can speak with the dead, suddenly finds herself in a race against time when she is visited by none other than Bludhaven's very own Nightwing. As in, his ghost. But what's this? He's not dead! Now Raven has to race to save Dick's life or else leave Bludhaven hero-less …and herself dead!

Rated M: for graphic scenes, violence, language and sexual innuendo

Raven/Nightwing

Disclaimer: I own nothing.
She couldn't believe it. Her eyes never left the mark on the ground indicating where he was.

"Dick," she whispered. Snapping out of her daze, she began to run toward the mark, ignoring the burning pain that ran up her leg with each step. She was breathless when she reached him. Wildly, she looked around.

She was alone.

Of course she would be alone. She was in a cemetery at half past two in the morning. No one would be here.

But she shouldn't be alone.

"Dick?!" she called out. Why wasn't he with her? She had found the mark. Cold realization ebbed into her spine. "N-No.." she chocked out the words.

It was too late.

Tears she hadn't spilled in years managed to blur her vision. Regardless of the fact that she had lost him, regardless of the shriek of the tires behind her at the entrance indicated that they had found her, regardless that she could no longer hear his voice, she dug into the grave mark and began to shovel her way through.

Car doors closed behind her.

Her cool fingers began to pick up in pace.

She wouldn't be able to reach him in time. She quickly scanned around herself and found the broken tip of a shovel. Her stomach heaved as she realized the tip of the worn tool had blood stains.

His blood.

Swallowing back the bile from coming out, she used the worn shovel to push off the dirt. She heard them call out orders to find her. To prevent her from uncovering his body. And when they had captured her…

…to kill her.

Digging furiously into the cold soil, she almost cried out when the blade hit something solid. Using her whole arms, despite the bandages, she began to push away the dirt in her way.

"Hold it right there!" The click of a pistol followed the rough command.

She froze.

"Get out of the hole right now, girl!"

She didn't budge.

"I said get!"

"I can't…" she whispered. The cold wind blew a few crumbs off of the dirt pile in front of her back into the hole. She didn't raise her eyes off of the glass case.

She could see him now.

As if she had laid her eyes on him for the first time. He wore a deep blue -almost black - body suit that covered his neck. Pieces of the garment were torn where she guessed he had his weapons. And as if holding light of its own, the emblem of a lighter shade blue bird spread its wings over his large chest and down his arms shone below her feet, flashing his alias. The blue mask on his face was the same color of his suit.

The mask, whose eyelids would not open.

The gun clicked again behind her.

Her pale hands gripped at the pile of dirt harder.

"Too bad you got your nose into the wrong business, girl. You messed with us, and we're gonna finish you off like your little friend there."

She felt him shift in order to shoot.

"I'm sorry," she mumbled. Too bad he wasn't going to be able to hear her apologize. He would never hear a thing ever again.

The gun fired.


A/N: this is just a foreshadow of what's to come. Or, I think will come. It all depends on you guys. Now, I need sleep. It's 2: 37 in the morning and my insomnia has finally left me. G'night!