Enjoy this silly stupid story.
To be quite honest, a robbing is normally a walk through the park for Nightwing. Bit if a bang, bang, he dodges, they get away and then he chases them down and done. Other instances, he knocks them out pretty quickly before they whip the gun out. Unfortunately, this robbing didn't turn out so smoothly for him. He has a feeling on what it could be, but he denies it so much.
Nightwing had been chasing a robber that had broken in and stolen something from the museum. By the time he got there, he vanished without a trace. This happened for several nights, until one night, he managed to catch him in the act. He chased him down, motorcycle to motorcycle. The crook had done pretty well on dodging until they both entered Gotham, and that's when Nightwing managed to knock him off his motorcycle. Thankfully the police in Bludhaven contacts Gotham and cuffing the guy and sending him away was pretty quick.
He ran into Batman and Robin. After a tiring night fighting the robber he decided to return to the Manor and crashed there. He went to take a shower, but then realized a small red dot on his right side. Thinking it was some weird bruise, he ignored it. After his shower, he went to sleep.
He woke up, tired. A bit groggy, but that seemed normal almost every morning. He heard a knock on the door.
"You can come in" he replied, albeit sleepily.
Alfred came in, smiling. It was good to see the lad again. "Master Richard, good morning. Breakfast is almost ready. Will you join us?" he asked, with a warm smile that wanted him to stay.
"Mornin' Alfie and of course, I'd come anytime if it's you're cooking." Dick smiled.
The old man smiled and nodded. "Then I'll leave you to freshen up," he said as he closed the door.
Dick jumped up and did a quick twenty one hand stand push-up with two fingers, one arm behind his back. He flipped forward and went to take a quick shower. He peeled his shirt off, and checked his body for any cuts or wounds he missed. Then something struck as odd to Dick. He noticed a small red dot on the right side of his upper forehead. He glanced down from where he spotted the small red dot that seemed to have multiplied. He noticed a few more around the area. Maybe it was irritated? He scratched it and shrugged, peeling the last bits of his clothes off and hopped in the shower. During the hot, steamy shower, he would unconsciously scratch the area again and again.
After he was done, he came out with a towel wrapped around his lower half. He stepped out, opening the door to let out all the steam that had been collected and feeling the rush of cold air hit him. He glanced down to see a fresh set of clothes on his bed, as well as his Nightwing costume repaired. He chuckled. "Thanks Alfie, You're amazing." He slipped his clothes on and then pursued down stairs and towards the dining area.
"Ah! Master Richard, breakfast is ready," Alfred said.
"Good morning, Father," Damian said, entering the room. He paused and noticed Dick. "Tt, Grayson." Dick smiled and bear hugged the poor boy from behind.
"Lil D, how is your morning?" Dick snuggled his cheek into Damian's hair.
"Grayson, I will drag you by your intestines if you do not release me at this moment." Damian growled.
"Morning to you too little D." he chuckled and put him down. "Morning Bruce."
Bruce looked down from his newspaper and cocked an eyebrow. He hadn't of realized that he had stayed the night.
"Did you stay the night here?" he asked.
"Yea, I was too exhausted to get on the bike and go back to blüdhaven. I would've fallen asleep out on the middle of the road."
"Better than you freeloading here…" Damian mumbled.
"Damian…" Bruce said.
"Where's Tim?" Dick asked, seeing a missing person from the table other than Jason, who rarely comes by.
"With the titans. They called him in to help them with someone who had their technology stolen." Bruce sipped his rich black coffee, resting the side of his face on his left hand, elbow resting on the arm of the chair. "They can't even manage to do it themselves…."
"Hah. Those fools that call themselves the teen titans can't manage to even do a single mission without their leader." Damian let out, suddenly realizing he was in a way complementing him. "Who as well is worthless." He quickly added. Bruce and Dick glanced at him and at each other, letting out a soft chuckle.
"So what was with chasing the guy all the way to Gotham?" Bruce asked, changing the topic for Damian, who was glad.
Dick sighed. "I've been trying to catch the guy for several nights now. Last night I finally caught him in the act and chased him down on his motorcycle all the way to Gotham. He left no evidence what-so-ever." He stretched his arms up. "I'm glad he's dealt with." He slightly groaned at the popping and cracking noises coming from his shoulders, arms and spine. Ohh that felt good. He felt a bit hot and tired still.
"That is disgusting, Grayson." Damian watched in slight disgust. Dick chuckled and began eating his breakfast. Oh how he missed Alfred's cooking. It was so delectable.
"So how are things so far in school for ya, Dami?" Dick asked with a smile. As soon as he asked that, Bruce's hand on the newspaper twitched. Uh oh. Bad thing to ask?
Damian put his fork down. "Tt…" the boy scowled.
"Uh…did something bad happen?" he asked carefully.
"I am part of the Debate team of the school…or rather I used to be. During one of our many topics in which we debate on, I just so happened to have made the opposing side cry…Tt…bunch of spoiled rich baby brats." He scowled more. "It wasn't MY fault they were so sensitive about things."
"How did you make them cry?"
"I merely used their families and lives as a primary example to our debates. They got mad and said…some things that I did not entirely agree with. So I just threaten them a little. How was I supposed to know they all had traumatizing kidnappings? Hmph."
"Anyways." Bruce interrupted. "Are you heading back to Blüdhaven after breakfast?" Bruce asked, somewhat hinting the boy to stay.
"Yeah, those guys can never leave the city alone. If only they can all get sick for a few days that would be wonderful."
"Hmph, if only." Bruce wished that too. Then maybe he can spend some time with his sons.
Dick finished up the last of his breakfast, and his juice and got up at the same time Alfred came in.
"Leaving, Master Richard?" Alfred asked.
"Yeah, gotta get back." Dick sighed. He wanted to stay some more, but he had to get back and take a look in the robber's place. "Still have some things I have to investigate on that robber. I feel as if he's not particularly done yet."
"Then take a lunch a prepared you." Alfred smiled, holding the container of food. "Last night's leftovers, I hope it is alright with you."
Dick smiled. "Thanks a bunch, Alfie."
Alfred smiled at the boy. He noticed his face seemed a bit feverish. He glanced over at Bruce who noticed as well. He got up and advanced towards Dick, who looked at him questioningly.
"Are you feeling alright?" Bruce asked, feeling the boy's forehead with the back of his hand. "You're a bit warm."
"I'm fine. I just took a hot shower a while ago before I came down." Dick rather whined out. "Gotta go, see ya!" he said, quickly leaving.
Bruce gave him a skeptic look, arching his eyebrow. He glanced down at the back of his hand, revealing some concealer.
"Hm…" he let out.
"I assume by that hum, you will be visiting Master Richard tonight?" Alfred asked.
Bruce nodded.
"I am coming as well father?" Damian asked.
Bruce turned around and looked at him. He smiled. "Sure, why not."
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"It's like they're all out to get me." Nightwing let out as he took care of yet another round of robbers, in broad daylight more or less. He heard the sirens going off everywhere in the city. He watched as the police came and arrested the robbers. He heard yet another scream and some glass breaking.
Here we go again.
It practically took hours until the streets finally settled down. He took care about twelve robberies, half of which had hostages, busted a drug lord (really, he actually walked in on that, but kept his poker face on), took care of a few fires and got the people out safely. His suit was tattered, rips and holes. He could list all the things, but now he had to head over to the robber from last night's place. The very last place for tonight. During the drug lord bit, Oracle had told him that the robber from last night managed to escape without a trace. It left the police station stumped. She had let him in on the place he was staying at in Bludhaven.
He perched himself on the window ledge outside and peered inside carefully. The place seemed normal, albeit pretty messy. Nightwing closely observed the window, and around it. Seeing as it not been booby trapped, he carefully lifted it up and slipped inside.
"Took ya long enough." Nightwing spun around and into a defensive stance until he recognized the dark figure on the couch…sipping coffee.
"Jay? What the hell?" Nightwing whispered, finally recognizing who the figure was. "How long were you there?"
"Long enough to make myself a pot of coffee," Red Hood answered his older brother.
"…let me guess, you went through the front door?" he growled, looking at the steamy cup of rich black coffee. "You're touching evidence."
"Yup." Popping the 'P'. "Calm your tits, dickie-bird. It's only coffee." Jason took another sip of coffee.
"What are you doing here anyways?" he sighed. He had hoped to go in and get out so he can wrap it up for tonight.
"Same reason why you are, dickie bird." He got up and poured himself another cup. "The fucker hit some other places to. Got some dirt on him and found his place." He said as he sipped his cup of hot, steamy, rich, black, stolen coffee. He hummed. Whoever this guy was, had some good taste in coffee.
"I assume it involves a huge reward for you."
"He stole a certain artifact. All that I was informed was that it was to be obtained and into their hands a.s.a.p. didn't get much info on it, but I was paid a very pleasing price to go fetch it and bring it back."
"Knew it had money involved. What's the artifact anyways?" he sighed, leaning on the wall near the window.
"…"
"What's the hold up, thought you would be in and out for that money."
"About that…" he lifted his leg up to reveal a strange looking device clamped around his ankle. "Every time I step foot out, the little bitch beeps like hell. Dunno if it's gonna blow up."
Nightwing stared at the device. "Don't tell me….THAT'S what you were supposed to go retrieve for them?" he paused to laugh "How'd you get that thing stuck on you?" Nightwing said, laughing.
"Tch, I came in through the door. Started observing and looking around. Fucking fatass cat jumped out of nowhere and scared the crap out of me. Started attacking my leg and I knocked over some stuff and lo and behold," he lifted his leg and pointed at it.
"Pfft." Nightwing muffled out his laughter that slipped out of his mouth.
"It's not funny!" Red Hood growled. "I am so not taking a risk of blowing up, again, and the beeping doesn't sound too friendly."
"Did you even try to take it off?" he chuckled. "You sure it's just not a tether from probation?"
"Checked his files, he isn't on one. I've looked and tried, it won't come off. You're the Master escapee," He shoved his foot in Nightwing's face. "Get the damn thing off. I wanna go and get my green and hit the hay, in my own place."
"Alright, alright. Just sit down already, geez." Nightwing said as he pushed Red Hood onto the couch. He lifted up his left leg. He inspected the object, checking for any screws or opening he could pry at. He found a very thin slot on the top rim, though it was nothing that he could get into.
It seemed like a slick metal, with a clear reflection of his distorted features on its surface. Almost similar to what Bruce uses for the batarangs and such. "Hm, no openings." He brought out a tiny object and pointed at the thing carefully. "Tell me if you feel any burn." He said nonchalantly.
"Wait—"
Nightwing pressed the sides, and out came a red laser. Instead of it doing what Nightwing had hoped and burn through the tether like thing, it bounced off and hit everywhere till it shot out the window. Nightwing was for sure that he had gotten hit a bit by the laser as did Red Hood, burning his hair. Nightwing gaped at the window.
"I tried that with my gun. It ricochet off of it," he hissed, touching where his hair was burnt. "God dammit."
"A gun? What would've happened if it had shot your foot off?" he said, getting angry at his younger brother's carelessness.
Red Hood shrugged his shoulders. "As long as the damn thing is off, I don't give a shit. Arsenal can hook me up with someone that can make me one hell of a prosthetic that can shoot out laser beams."
Nightwing sighed. "And where did the bullet land…"
"Uhh….let's say that cats didn't have nine lives after all…" he glanced back into a corner and then glanced away. "I'll bury it later."
Nightwing shook his head. "So bullets and laser beams didn't get through this…" he tapped on it with his middle finger on his left hand. He noticed that the metal had made contact to his skin, seeing that no material from his pants weren't under it. "What happened to your pants?" seeing it was ripped up a bit.
"Damn cat and their fucking claws." He seethed. "Spawn of Satan I tell you."
"Hmm…." he had an idea.
"Hm? Hm what? I hate it when people do that!" he started getting grouchy.
Nightwing ignored him as he peeled off part of the suit from his hand, revealing his skin up to his wrists. He touched the metal with his left hand and in an instant it clamped over Nightwing's wrist. Nightwing pulled the thing, trying to pry it off, but it wouldn't budge. "Uhh…" he laughed nervously. "When we look back, we'll laugh about it!" he laughed awkwardly.
Red Hood gave him a questioning look. "What the hell are yo—" he lifted his left leg, seeing his older brother's left wrist attached to it firmly. "WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO!" he tried shaking him off. He bent down and tried to pry it off, but had no such luck.
"Ahaha…I guess it bonds to skin contact," He said, scratching his head. He unconsciously scratched his side again, slowly moving upwards.
"Out of orbit. Preparing for teleportation."
"What the fuck did it just say!" Red Hood yelled nervously. "It didn't say that before!"
"Teleportation…I just hope it's not off earth."
"Why are you so damn calm! I don't want to be blasted into another planet or dimension!" he gritted his teeth as he tried to pry the darn thing off.
Human virus Varicella detected. Teleportation delayed for fear of contamination to other subjects.
"The hell is Varicella?" he asked Nightwing.
"Not sure, but at least we have some time to get the darn thing off," Nightwing said as he started using a Bat-a-rang to carve his way out.
"Geez, where did you catch it?" he asked, somewhat cautious to not get sick. Nightwing looked up at him blankly.
"Catch what?" obviously confused by the question.
"The damn virus," he said. Nightwing's face was still oblivious to the question.
"What do you mean?" he paused "…I'm not sick," he said.
"Well, I'm for sure the sick one here." He pointed at him accusingly. "I'm actually cautious with my health. You on the other hand, Mr. I-can't-find-the-mother-fucking-floor-to-my-apartment, are not."
"Well, excuse me for being so busy." He paused. "And I'm not sick. I've never been sick" he huffed as he got up abruptly and crossed his arm, dragging Red Hood's left leg in between his arms in the process, thus leaving him in a very uncomfortable position. "Ask Alfred." He smirked at his little brother's current position.
Red Hood, finally losing his patience, yanked his foot back forcefully and sat back up, crossing the said leg across his right thigh. Nightwing, being yanked down all of a sudden, fell forward onto his knees and into Red Hood's lap. Red Hood sat there, arms spread, grinning. "You're in denial, dickie bird."
"I am—" he elbowed him in his gut. "—not." Nightwing got up and perched himself on the arm of the sofa beside Red Hood.
"Well what the fuck now?" Red Hood asked.
"Hmm…we could risk finding out what the beeping could lead too."
"No way in hell."
"Oh come on."
"No."
"So I guess you don't mind it transporting us somewhere else huh?" Nightwing said nonchalantly, not knowing he was unconsciously scratching the back of his head.
"NO."
Nightwing sighed. "Where did you find this tether thing at?" he asked. Red Hood pointed over towards the table lying on its side. He tugged on the device for Red Hood to get up and go over there. Red Hood reluctantly got up, and jumped over the couch while Nightwing hopped down and went towards the mess, both boys getting there in very peculiar, awkward movements. He crouched over and observed the mess. His vision began to blur. Nightwing squeezed his eyes shut and tried to get his mind off for a few seconds.
"Hmm, did they not mention if it got stuck to you by any chance at all?" he asked Red Hood, who responded with shaking his head.
"God dammit, don't tell me that we're gonna have to call in Bats, do we?"
"Nah, pretty sure we can avoid him with this…besides if we came in the cave like this then he will NEVER let us live it down," Nightwing said, feeling exhaustion creeping up on him.
"Not to mention that Timmy and the demon would probably take photos and use them for blackmail." Red Hood added.
Nightwing sighed and began to dig through the mess, trying to find something that could possibly relate to the device on them. Beyond the mess, he found a few broken pieces of a thin metal that was made from the same thing that was currently attached to them. He noticed that there was a bunch of other bits that seem to have broken to small, tiny pieces. "….don't tell me this was the key…"
Red Hood glanced down. "fuck…" he crouched down and grabbed another piece of the broken key. "We can repair it with metal we have, can't we?" He felt the metal, recognizing it bore a resemblance with the batarangs metal, or whatever the hell Bruce uses. "We can just sneak in the cave when batsy is gone, remake one, open this baby up and be on our merry way."
"We don't even know what the key looks like!" Nightwing took out a bag and stuck the pieces of the key in there safely and tucked it away. Nightwing sighed. His sweet, comfortable bed would have to wait now. After calming down, a damn itch suddenly perked up yet again. He reached over to his upper right side and scratched the area rather harshly and moved a bit to the front, all while mumbling to himself. He was exhausted, practically a full day of heroic duties nonstop and now he has to deal with this.
"Would you quit fucking scratching yourself, you're making me itchy." Red Hood complained.
"Come on, let's head to my flat. Maybe I have something over there to help us get out of this….predicament…"
"Hell no. Not going out there."
Nightwing was beginning to get frustrated. He got up abruptly, surprising his brother. Nightwing scooped up Red Hood into his arms and grabbed his red helmet. He jumped out of the window and into an alley, where Red Hood parked his motor cycle.
"The hell—" Red Hood let out an 'Ooph' when Nightwing got on the motorcycle, plopping Red Hood in his arms still. Nightwing shoved the 'Red Hood' back on Jason's head and started the bike.
"See? No beeping." Nightwing let out.
"Let me down now, and I won't remove your Richard." Red Hood angrily growled at him. "My bike, I get to drive it."
Nightwing roared the engine. "Sorry! What was that!" A pound in his head made him stop.
"I. Will. Shoot. You."
Nightwing smirked at Red Hood's obvious embarrassment. Feeling something from behind him he glanced back, noticing two approaching figures.
"Ey, boss! Foun' dat thing yas was lookin' for!" a man said on his phone. A huge grotesque alien emerged out of the shadows, revealing its huge, muscular pink flesh, and black eyes.
"Good. Bring it in before I run out of patience, and don't blow our cover." A husky voice emitted from the device.
Another figure stepped out, a rather normal sized, about the same size as Bruce. This one was rather scrawny looking. His arms were longer than a human's. He had a pale, rosy flesh skin tone, with black eyes.
"What if it's stuck to some humans?" the scrawny one said.
"Hm. Bring them in. I want to take the pleasure of slicing them off the device."
"Got it," both of them said. They pressed something on their wrist watch, cloaking them in a hologram. Both did not seem to blend in, as they both were in a simple suit, paired off with sunglasses. They're pink skin was switched to a peachy color. The taller one was bald, while the other had simple brown, slicked back hair and a serious five o'clock shadow.
"Come wit us, and we can remove dat device on ya." The taller one said.
"And what makes you think we'll go with you?" Nightwing told them. He winced at the slight headache the shot up in his head.
"Come on; let's make this simple and easy for all of us." The smaller one said.
"Yea, I'd like to keep my limbs intact, so how about fuck off." Red Hood said, grabbing his gun and shooting at them. The two dodged the fire, quickly looking up to see them drive off. The surprise gun shooting off did not help his new headache at all.
"Looks like Ren and Stimpy knows what this thing is." Red Hood commented, looking back. He saw the 'Ren' the smaller one, stretched his limbs out, grabbing the back wheel. It made the bike go up on the back wheel. "Fuck!"
Red Hood reached over and pressed a hidden button. The back of the bike popped open a small section, and out it shot exploding batarangs.
"GAH!" Ren released the bike.
"Nice." Nightwing commented, swerving from one alley to another, finally reaching the streets.
"Click inside using your left ankle." Red Hood told him. Nightwing did so, using his left ankle and hitting it on the inside. The bike suddenly popped open two pipes on the side, emitting flames and burning the approaching enemies behind them.
"ARRGHH—little punk!" Ren said, crashing onto the ground in pain.
Nightwing turned and looked behind him, glad the strange alien had let go.
Red Hood on the other hand pressed the comm. link to his ear. "Kor' I know your there. You anywhere near my current location?"
A static buzzed, but a voice was soon picked up. "Jason! Yes, I am near you, surprisingly. Do you need my assistance?" she asked sweetly.
"Something like that. There are a couple of pink freaky thug aliens coming after us. Aliens are more of your specialty."
"Can you not deal with them yourselves? If I am correct, you had said 'us', someone is with you."
"Dickie bird is here. And we're a bit caught up in something right now."
"I see. I shall come and deal with them now."
"Thank ya Kor'." Red Hood ended the link.
"EY! You two are going ta regret that!" the other alien said. He was on a hover board, idiotically blowing their cover.
"So much for trying not to blow their cover," Nightwing said.
Red Hood pressed another small button. Near the back of the bike, a trap door opened and shot out a lasso with two heavy balls at each end. It wrapped around 'Stimpy'. Being much larger, breaking the line didn't hold much of a problem to him.
"Tch." Red Hood let out.
"Ha, my turn ya runts." He lifted his arms and started shooting pink goops out of his arms and towards them. Most of it shot pass them, landing on the street, walls and on cars. Nightwing dodged all the ones coming towards them and the ones on the ground.
"Shitty aim." Red Hood commented.
"Complaining Jay? Do you want him to have a better aim?"
"Sbar'nans!" a voice yelled out.
Everyone stopped and looked up towards the voice to see a long, redheaded beauty. Green emerald eyes and orange skin of fire. She was wearing her usual purple and silver suit.
"You have no business here on earth. Leave now."
"You ain't tha princess here, Darlin," Ren said, appearing out of nowhere. "We can do as we please." She saw them started off towards Nightwing and Red Hood.
Kori gritted her teeth. "It is the hard way then." She shot at them with her eye beams.
She blasted them with her star bolts as she flew down towards them. The aliens nearly dodged Kori as she crashed on the ground near them. She yanked out a lamp post; part of the cement still attached it, and swung it at them. Stimpy crashed into a wall as Ren crouched down and successfully dodged it.
Ren looked up, only to see the Tamaranean now holding a large human vehicle, and only remembered seeing complete darkness.
"She never holds back…" Nightwing began chuckling that soon turns into a slight cough, scratched at his neck and around the back of it.
"Friends, are you alright?" she asked, coming up towards them, dragging the two of them along. She also had the hover board in the other hand.
"Yup, thanks Kor." He eyed the hover board.
"Yea, thanks Star." Nightwing smiled, fighting back the cough.
"Watcha gonna do with the hover board there?" Red Hood asked. She smiled and set it on the back of his bike.
"Spoils of a fight. You may keep it," She paused, "If I may ask, why you are in his arms, Jason?" she asked, looking at his position.
Red Hood was glad he had the red helmet on or else they would be seeing his face blush. "Don't. Ask." He tapped his fingers.
"Uhh, we just got ourselves in a little predicament. We were just heading over to my place to help us get out of it." he said nervously.
She nodded. "I see."
"Who are they anyways?" Nightwing asked.
"These are Sbar'nans. Very small planet. Most of the populations do mercenary work for other planets. I assume by them being here they have lost something of theirs. They usually have the work done fairly quickly."
Nightwing turned to his younger brother. "Jay, didn't you say you were doing the same?"
"Never met those guys." He thought for a moment. "The ones hired me were probably the ones that own it. Guess someone ain't too keen on their cargo being late.
"We'll check up on that later," Nightwing sighed.
"I shall take care of these two and find their boss. It should not be too much to handle," Kori said as she began to levitate.
"You sure you got this?" Nightwing asked, worried. She nodded as she took off. Nightwing glanced at Red Hood. "Now off to my flat."
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*Throws confetti* This is VERY old. I'm just gonna upload it for the hell of it. Probably a lot of errors in it.