Bloodlines: Nightwing
By Neemers
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
Superboy clutched a dozen folders close to his chest. Amazingly
enough, the Bird Boy's stealth techniques actually worked well
enough for him to sneak in and do what he had to do. There was a
reason he'd been so attentive to them recently. Rob was pleased. He
had managed to sneak into Cadmus and retrieve the answer to a
mystery that had been kept from him for too long.
"What are you doing?"
Superboy nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned, ready to fight or
flee. His answers would not be taken from him. Not when he'd worked
so hard for this.
He saw who it was and relaxed. He was in no danger.
"Give me a heart attack why doncha, Bird Boy."
"I repeat: what are you doing?"
"You know about me being Superman's clone, with a little human DNA
mixed in. Well, I found out where Cadmus was keeping the files on
the humans who contributed. There were some scientists talking down
below about one of them. Seems one of the humans was an acrobat from
a long line of acrobats."
Superboy started pulling the file out, and Tim's eyes widened behind
his mask as he saw the last name on the first file: GRAYSON.
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Dick was home after a long, wet, cold patrol. He wanted nothing more
than food and sleep, so it's quite understandable that he was less
than pleased when he saw that he had company.
"What are you doing here, Kon?" Dick groaned.
"Waiting for you. I got some files out of Cadmus and found out that
you're my brother."
"Very funny, J'onn. Now please shift back, leave, and let me get
some sleep."
"No can do. I'm the real deal." Kon said with a chesire cat grin.
"How hard have you been hit on the head recently? You're Kryptonian.
I'm not."
"Kryptonian with some human DNA mixed in, including your father's.
That makes me your brother."
"You aren't my brother anymore than you're Superman's son."
"Well, when Superman was dead, I was the new Superman, and your
dad's still dead, so does that make me your dad?" Kon queried. When
he got no answer, he continued on in his best Darth Vader
voice, "Dick, I am your father."
At this point Dick decided to prove that the rumors that the Batboys
could take anyone out were true and disprove the rumors that the
Batboys had no sense of humor. Kon woke up tarred, feathered and
blindfolded, hanging from the top of a flagpole.
Two weeks later:
Roy walked into the meeting room, announcing to the world at
large, "I've found absolute proof that living with the Bat
brain-damaged Wingster. All you have to do to make him wake up
screaming is say 'Dick, I am your father' in a Darth Vader voice."
By Neemers
Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine.
Superboy clutched a dozen folders close to his chest. Amazingly
enough, the Bird Boy's stealth techniques actually worked well
enough for him to sneak in and do what he had to do. There was a
reason he'd been so attentive to them recently. Rob was pleased. He
had managed to sneak into Cadmus and retrieve the answer to a
mystery that had been kept from him for too long.
"What are you doing?"
Superboy nearly jumped out of his skin. He turned, ready to fight or
flee. His answers would not be taken from him. Not when he'd worked
so hard for this.
He saw who it was and relaxed. He was in no danger.
"Give me a heart attack why doncha, Bird Boy."
"I repeat: what are you doing?"
"You know about me being Superman's clone, with a little human DNA
mixed in. Well, I found out where Cadmus was keeping the files on
the humans who contributed. There were some scientists talking down
below about one of them. Seems one of the humans was an acrobat from
a long line of acrobats."
Superboy started pulling the file out, and Tim's eyes widened behind
his mask as he saw the last name on the first file: GRAYSON.
_______________________________________________________
Dick was home after a long, wet, cold patrol. He wanted nothing more
than food and sleep, so it's quite understandable that he was less
than pleased when he saw that he had company.
"What are you doing here, Kon?" Dick groaned.
"Waiting for you. I got some files out of Cadmus and found out that
you're my brother."
"Very funny, J'onn. Now please shift back, leave, and let me get
some sleep."
"No can do. I'm the real deal." Kon said with a chesire cat grin.
"How hard have you been hit on the head recently? You're Kryptonian.
I'm not."
"Kryptonian with some human DNA mixed in, including your father's.
That makes me your brother."
"You aren't my brother anymore than you're Superman's son."
"Well, when Superman was dead, I was the new Superman, and your
dad's still dead, so does that make me your dad?" Kon queried. When
he got no answer, he continued on in his best Darth Vader
voice, "Dick, I am your father."
At this point Dick decided to prove that the rumors that the Batboys
could take anyone out were true and disprove the rumors that the
Batboys had no sense of humor. Kon woke up tarred, feathered and
blindfolded, hanging from the top of a flagpole.
Two weeks later:
Roy walked into the meeting room, announcing to the world at
large, "I've found absolute proof that living with the Bat
brain-damaged Wingster. All you have to do to make him wake up
screaming is say 'Dick, I am your father' in a Darth Vader voice."