Hey guys anri hyuga 15 here with a new fanfiction for you all to ingest and absorb into your brains! Ewe that sounded really gross…but anyways howdy! I am so glad that I can finally put this fanfiction out and to see what you all think about it. You see aside from my Invader Zim fandom that I am in, I also was fantasized by the Teen Titans series when I was growing up…with no friends…cough…anyways the show was fantastic and still is. I always loved the seriousness of the show and the random comical moments that were there. I always waited for every new season to be announced and when I found out that it was cancelled…well I was devastated. One of my favorite shows on air was not going to continue and it kinda broke me a bit. The thing about me is I get attached to characters in books and shows quickly if I like them enough and well I kinda felt like crap for a while after hearing that information.
Of course I did get over the fact and soon started writing a fanfiction for it whenever I got an idea for one. I ran through a lot of drafts…some got burned because I was frustrated with them and others were too stupid to even be called a decent story until finally, after many years of trying to figure out how it was going to go I came up with this story. The Nightingale's Song has been a long time in the process and I'll tell you something it was a douse. So I am actually glad that I am putting the prologue up this very day.
Summary: Nightingale is sent to check on an old friend on Batman's orders, that friend being Robin of the Teen Titans. It has been three years since she had seen him since falling off of Wayne Tower in Gotham, now after all this time she finally is able to see what he has been up to. Soon she becomes entangled in the Titans business as she becomes closer to the team and a certain violet haired team member, but secrets still remain between her and the others. What secrets will The Nightingale's Song reveal?
I know very short summary, but trust me this story is gonna be chocked full of adventure, secrets and mysteries for the Titans and Nightingale to solve. Also some episodes from the show will be in here as well so I hope you enjoy. Also this is a RavenXOC so I hope you like what I have to write about this and please if you have a comment PM me or leave a review and I will get to you as soon as possible. I do not have a set schedule for the chapters to come out so please bare with me on the process. I do also have two other fanfictions that I have out at the moment and am working on new chapters for those as well, so you must be patient. I sadly am but one person doing this and sometimes I get sidetracked or writers block hits me extremely hard in the gut to where it takes me a while to actually get back to what I was doing. There is also the matter of me hopefully getting a job soon so that is another factor for this as well. I will be working at the wonderful place called Walmart and will most likely be working part time and they will have me there most of the week, but I will find as much time as possible to write the chapters for this and my other fanfictions.
Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Titans and I never will. That is all owned by big corporations and will stay that way. I only own Nightingale and her origin story.
This has been edited to the best of my ability. Thank you for reading.
Prologue: The Beginning and the End
It was a stormy night in Gotham; rain was falling fast as the Bat Signal was raised high onto the grey clouds above as the sound of thunder rumbled through the air after a large bolt of lightning flashed down from the heavens above. Through the rain though, the vigilantes known as Batman and Robin were not affected by the weather in the slightest, stalking quickly through the shadows and across the rooftops of this titular city in pursuit of an old foe. A loud cackle could be heard in front of the two while a man wearing a purple suit with green hair and a hauntingly pale face was running away from the duo, but this was no ordinary thug from the streets of Gotham no this was none other than The Joker. The Joker was one of the many foes Batman had fought over the years and one who never stayed in Arkham Asylum for long. Even now while the duo chases the villain through the puddles and rubble of the buildings below them, he was still cackling at the top of his lungs like it was some enjoyable game to him. The duo was not alone however with someone following close behind them keeping in sync with their steps.
A thirteen-year-old girl followed closely behind the two who continued their chase after the Joker flinching ever so slightly when she heard a bomb being set off by the Clown Prince of Gotham. She wore a black long sleeve shirt with white rings on the sleeves and a slim protective Kevlar vest underneath. Her chest held the symbol of a white bird with its wings outstretched to the ends of her shoulders while her medium length black hair was soaked by the rain. A flash of lightning from above revealed her oval face showing a tan complexion that was partially covered by a domino mask that revealed her sparkling azure blue eyes with flecks of gold-dusted among the blue glimmered with excitement. Her black tights were starting to get soaked through while her steel-toed boots splashed through another puddle continuing to try and stay close to Robin with Batman in the lead. She held onto her composite bow while wearing a pair of fingerless gloves feeling her quiver bounce back and forth on her spine sending her nerves aflame at the sudden jolts, but ultimately ignoring the sensation the more she tried to focus. She glanced over at Robin. They were maybe the same age; it was hard to tell since he was only slightly shorter than her as his spiky hair seemed to add only a little bit more to his height. He wore a similar domino mask just like hers, though they seemed to fulfill the name since they were black with white filling in the area covering the eyes. He had a partial athletic build under his red and green ensemble a red vest covered his green shirt with an "R" inside a circle over on his upper left side while his yellow and black cape moved in the wind violently. She snapped out of her observation to see that Joker had somehow gotten on top of the Wayne Enterprises building with Batman hot on his tail leaving the two of them to catch up in the chase.
When she finally did get to the rooftop she noticed that Joker had set up explosives around the base of the neon sign that was erected on top of the building. Robin was already trying to deactivate the few that were there while Batman and the Joker were throwing punches hearing the villain already giving his monologue about his dastardly plan that he had planned for the letters on the building something about making them fall towards the citizens below? She rushed towards Robin to help disarm any remaining explosives knowing Batman could handle himself against the jokester and it would all be over soon since the outcome was so predictable anymore, but tonight wasn't going to be so simple.
"So Boy Blunder how is the bomb defusing going, which wire is it?" she knelt down next to a bomb near the him already feeling the glare he was giving her from under his mask, but she could tell there was a hint of teasing towards her as he pointed to the green wire on the bomb in front of her. She put her bow over her shoulder and pulled a kukri* from behind her back carefully slipping the curved part of the blade carefully under the wire and lifting up quickly cutting it caused the number to slowly stop while the ticking soon defined. "Seems like this is going to be an ea-."
The girl had spoken too soon hearing a loud thud echo through the air glancing over to see Batman on the ground being pinned by the Joker's cane while the clown laughed manically. "You see Batsy I always have the upper hand on you." A line of blood had appeared on Batman's mouth while he struggled to get up only to be slammed down roughly into the roof by the clown's foot. "It's time to end this little game, right now!" he raised his cane high above his head removing the sheath around it to reveal a long blade inside the cane glittering when another streak of lightning crashed through the sky beginning its quick descent towards the caped crusader's chest.
"Bats!" the girl cried out as she rushed over while a crackle of thunder swallowed up her words while she quickly moved without thinking ignoring the bombs propelling herself forwards between the two foes and blocked the Joker's bladed part of his cane struggling to hold him back. She noticed Bats had rolled away and was standing back up before she glared at the clown in front of her still struggling against his force. "You know Joker, I don't know how that makeup of yours is staying on, but you have to tell me your secret."
The clown grinned at her while anger danced in his psychotic eyes while a large an inhuman grin was planted her way seeing that she was now his new target. He brought his cane away from her to strike again while a large bolt of lightning lit behind them giving her a chance to reach for the other kukri removing it from its sheath ready for whatever was going to be thrown her way. Robin hastily tried to cut the rest of the explosives only to soon realize that they were all fakes before rushing to Batman's side watching the two figures dance around in the rain dodging each other's attacks. He knew fully-well that the bat detective could handle himself in this fight, but that didn't stop him from worrying about the girl who was locked in a duel with the madman as he heard the blades clash again. He helped Batman by trying to assess what wounds were caused to him only for the caped crusader to stand up firmly on his own two feet watching the girl started to make the Joker step back every time their blades hit. The rain was now starting to fall harder feeling like shards of ice were cascading from the heaven while another clap of lighting traveled across the clouds.
"Yeah, you got this Nightingale! Kick his ass!" Robin yelled proud that she was able to even keep up with his unusual fighting style, but soon that pride was replaced with fear as his eyes widened. "Hey look out!"
Nightingale couldn't hear his warning over the roar of the thunder making her turn her head towards him sending a quick smirk trying to reassure him, but she soon could feel the regret filling her body feeling the blade slice down across her chest causing a pained cry to escape from her lips making her stumble back away from him dropping one of her knives in the process. She looked down at her chest and noticed that a large cut had formed from her chest down to her left hip while the blood began to slowly ooze out from the large wound with the red liquid mixing with the black cloth. She glared at the Joker who was wearing a large grin on his face before he repeated his attacks in a continuous sweep only to be blocked every two strikes before her left arm was cut trying to stop a powerful blow. Another cry escaped from her lips before an animalistic snarl escaped from her mouth aimed at the man before her feeling herself losing control as anger bubbled up inside her body making her attack wildly. Though this proved to be a fatal flaw giving the Clown Prince a chance to counter a few more times cutting her lightly over her right eye making her stagger back once more covering her eye seeing the anger soon rolling off her body while her remaining eye started to grow darker. The Joker laughed loud enough for the heavens to hear his cackling while pointing the blade towards her seeing her fresh blood dripping from the tip of the blade to a puddle below challenging her to attack him again.
"Come on little birdy sing me a song will you." He cackled louder hearing Batman and Robin run for her yelling at her to stop and regroup with them, but she could not hear them through the rage that had boiled inside of her making her rush forwards towards the psychopath before her this would prove to be her downfall. He sidestepped making her miss his blade entirely out of her own blind rage with a lightning bolt cracking right near the building with a roar of thunder filling her ears covering the voices of the two other heroes feeling something slip through her body making time slowly tick by. Her knife clattered to the roof when she looked down at her stomach seeing his blade had gone straight through her suit causing more blood to ooze up from the fresh wound feeling a strange liquid bubbling up from her throat coughing up specks of red onto the Joker's sleeves staining them with the red ichor dripping out of her mouth. She heard him laugh again feeling the blade being pushed further gritting her teeth trying to fight back the urge to scream in agony feeling more of the blood dripping from her mouth at this point slipping down her chin and onto the ground below her.
The Joker was almost near the point of skewing her on the weapon seeing the horrified looks on the two masked heroes standing behind her in an unmovable shock unable to help their wounded teammate. He soon pulled the blade out in one quick motion causing the world around her to turn into a whirlwind of chaos with droplets of blood mixed with the rain while it pelted down onto the roof trying to wash away the staining liquid. It started to flow out of the wound quickly as she reached down to try and stop the bleeding only to drop to her knees and looked up at the clown feeling his shoe slam into her side with a powerful kick hurling her towards the edge of the building her arrows scattering from her quiver. She tried to catch herself before she ever rolled over to the edge of the roof to the streets below, but the momentum from the kick was enough to keep her going feeling the solid ground become replaced by open air. She quickly reached her right arm up to grab onto the edge of the building catching herself in time feeling her bow slip off from her body plummeting to the streets below. She struggled to pull herself up by her one hand that was clasped tightly to the edge trying to pull her other arm up to get herself safely back onto the roof, but she felt her left arm desperately try to pull itself up only to go limp a few moments later.
Her vision started to blur from her sudden loss of blood feeling her arm struggle, even more, making her look up seeing her fingers scraping against the wet concrete beginning to slowly lose their grip on her last chance to survive this night. She closed her eyes waiting to see what the end had for her as she felt her grip loosen on its own only to feel a sudden sensation of someone grabbing her wrist before her eyes jerked back open to see who was trying to save her. She looked up to see Robin trying to pull her back up, but he was soon starting to lose his grip with the mixture of blood and rain started to make her arm a slippery mess. She smiled lightly at him feeling a sudden urge to live again as the rain started to wash the blood from her face giving her another chance to try and use her left arm, but to no avail. She could hear the caped crusader putting up a brutal fight against the Joker seeing that Robin was now pressing his body down against the wet roof causing some of the standing water to splash over her feeling his grip slip ever so slightly the sensation from earlier filling her mind again. A voice whispered in her head to make him let go and that she would be fine that if she would just let it be in control for just a moment, but she didn't want to listen looking up at her friend solemnly.
"Geez Boy Blunder always trying to be the hero at the last second huh...?" she chuckled lightly at her nickname for him knowing it might be the last time she ever mutters it only for it turned into a coughing fit while a pained expression crossed her face tasting the specks of blood that splattered her lips leaving a metallic taste in her mouth. "Just let go, Robin, I'll be alright."
"I can't let go, because if I do you'll...you'll..." he stuttered trying to avoid the three letter word that wanted to pass across his lips while he stared down at her helpless on what to do in this situation. He felt a feeling in the pit of his stomach while memories flashed in his mind of the day he lost his parents not wanting to go through the pain again.
"Robin if you don't we'll both be marks on the pavement..." she sputtered out at him in anger only to feel him try to pull her up again with what little strength he had left feeling a low and painful sigh escape from her mouth feeling hot tears building at the back of her eyes. "Dicky...please...just let me go..."
He looked at her again with a sorrowful face feeling her fingers finally slip away from his hand beginning her plummet down to the streets below. She watched the panic slowly flow into his features while trying to reach over the edge, but it was already too late to grab onto any part of her with her name soon ripping through the air trying to scream above the storm surrounding Gotham in an echoed howl of pain.
"Nightingale!"
Nightingale closed her eyes with a small smile gracing her lips feeling the air rush around her while she continued her decent from the building hearing his final words echo from the top of the building in a mixture of terror and sadness. Words echoed in her mind like someone was telling her to do something, but she couldn't will herself to do anything feeling that her fate had already been sealed on this night. The thunder rumbled around her as another lightning strike fell from the heavens above her when her eyes snapped open revealing her azure eyes had changed to a purple hue with black starting to slowly pool into the whites of her eyes. Black flecks soon started to travel through the air and rain around her while she gritted her teeth words escaped from her throat though they went unheard of while the thunder continued to rumble above her. The sound of her costume tearing from the back was covered by the sound that echoed in the air feeling her decent slow to a halt hovering for a brief moment only to glide gently to the ground landing near the corner of the building before limped to the alleyway nearby feeling something slip back into her body causing a rough shiver to travel through her spine. The sound of pain echoed in her throat the more she moved while the purple coloring disappeared from her eyes feeling her body become heavier and heavier the furthered she moved. She soon slumped against the wall as ragged breaths escaped from her throat feeling herself slide down against the brick wall with the red liquid staining it leaving her mark there. Her eyes flickered open and shut constantly with the rain subsided and the sound of police sirens echoed through the alley not even giving her time to think her final thoughts until the sound of footsteps started to approach her. She looked up and smiled somberly at the six-foot figure in front of her cloaked in black before soon falling unconscious feeling the numb sensation travel through her body unable to feel that the figure had picked her from the pile she had plopped herself on.
Three years later...
It was a quiet night in Gotham city while sixteen-year-old girl stared out from the bay window of her apartment looking out into the night sky to spot the Bat Signal was raised high once again in the grey clouds that always hung above the city. Her ears picked up the sound of a siren going off from a bank down the street while her azure eyes watched curiously with a smirk on her face spotting the three men carrying large bags of cash rush down the sidewalk below her before disappearing in an alleyway five buildings up. She shook her head an unamused look appeared on her face hugging her legs close to her chest while the itching urge to go after the crooks burned in the back of her head, but knowing it would have been fruitless. She stood up carefully feeling her black shorts hanging loosely off her frame only to adjust her work out shirt pulling it out a bit to straighten out the wrinkles that had formed. Her tan skin glowing under the light from the lamp from the other side of the room while her medium length black hair was pulled back into a small bun only letting a small piece slipped through covering her right eye before being brushed off to the side revealing a barely visible scar. She smiled a bit before grabbing a roll of bandages from her desk to start the slow process of properly wrapping them around her left hand and up to her knuckles before tearing it away from the roll with her teeth before taping it down with a small amount of medical tape repeating the process on the other hand. Her thin mouth straightened while her eyes steeled over while she took a stance in front of a punching bag that was hanging from her ceiling.
She took a deep breath before hurling a hard right hook towards the bag causing it to shake and shutter before she whirled around and brought her left leg crashing into the lower part of the bag while pain shot up through her ankle and up her leg ignoring the pain for now dropping it back down quickly doing a few ducks and weaves pretending to dodge a few invisible punches coming her way. She threw a left punch and then slammed another right hook before she started to pepper the bag her strikes becoming faster and harder the more she started to concentrate remembering the night that caused her to end up like this a washed-up hero who lost out on her prime. The anger swelled in her chest knowing that wasn't true she was still able to at least do something, but this was Batman's...no Bruce's idea of staying low. After her fight with the Joker Bruce made sure to make her appear dead to the public and the newspapers ate it up of course, but this was a far stretch from the truth when in reality she was taken to a private wing of a hospital in Gotham and was sent through extensive rehab to get her body back to normal not even Robin knew that she was alive. The scar across her chest and arm were enough for her to want revenge against the Joker, but to him, she was just another person to add to his kill count. The rage continued to seethe from her body making her punch harder and harder with every swing before she felt her fist go straight through the worn bag ripping it open pouring sand everywhere on the lament floor of the apartment.
She breathed heavily kicking the sand up in the air only being slightly startled by the deep voice resonating from behind her. "Your stance was off and you curled your fist wrong again."
She turned to see the hulking six-foot figure of the Batman looming in front of her window to the outside world that had somehow been unlocked from the outside. She frowned at him beginning her process of unwrapping the bandages from her hands stretching them carefully to pool the circulation back into them before throwing the wadded bandages into the trash. She looked back towards the towering figure before her seeing his stoic face trying to analyze him, but even that was starting to become bothersome she knew what lied underneath that mask…a man who was broken long ago by the world's corruption. She honestly couldn't judge him for being like that after all she was created the same way her outlook on the world had changed from such a colorful view to the hard black and white truth with her struggling to stay in the middle ground grey area, but even that was starting to become hard to even realize that the world could be so cruel.
"So what is it to you Bats...or should I call you Bruce since you are alone here with me?" she replied with a harsh tone at the man who had saved her life moving across the room towards a lone closet turning her back towards him with her hands on the knobs ready to open it turning her head back towards her former mentor. "You know I was perfectly fine dying that night three years ago Bruce so what brings you here oh great Batman?"
saw him narrow his eyes towards her in an unamused look to hear him speak again, but this time she was a bit surprised at his request. "I need you to locate Robin and inform me on what he's been doing."
"Why? He doesn't know that I'm still alive thanks to you, so what's the point? Nightingale is dead to the world outside this room Bruce. What is in it for me?" She paused for a moment taken aback by his words, but this was a very small moment hearing a low and annoyed sigh escaped from her throat while she began to slowly open the closet door turning on her heels and moving out of the way to reveal the contents that were inside. A glass case held her old and torn costume clinging to a mannequin while newspaper clippings of her hero days with a few pictures she had of her and Robin in costume when she ran into him on patrols along with the lone kukri that was given back to her only a few days after her mistake lie in the sheath attached to her utility belt. Her gloves were in the hands of the mannequin while a replica bow hung loosely in its hands with an empty quiver attached to its back. She turned to stare at the costume her eyes dulled slightly feeling the memories rushed through her like a roaring wave only to turn away from the case. "Besides Bats...I don't have a costume."
"Alfred will have that arranged once you come with me to the Bat Cave." He spoke in a calm yet serious tone noticing a frown forming on her face when she turned her head towards him knowing fully well that he wasn't going to be giving her a choice in the matter. She sighed lightly and opened the case hesitating to reach for her blade before shaking the dark thoughts from her mind unclipping it from her old utility belt the lingering smell of old leather hung around her while she closed her eyes thinking about her options before another low sigh escaped from her throat filled with essences of defeat.
"Fine I'll do it, but on one condition, I decide when to give you my report and I design my old costume the way I had it," she state firmly seeing him nod in agreement to her conditions giving her a feeling that she was somewhat in control of the situation before grabbing a pair of jeans and a worn shirt with an unrecognizable logo on it. "And you don't have a say when I can submit my little reports to you."
She didn't wait for his reply before shut herself away in the bathroom to get dressed catching a glimpse of the scar over her chest feeling the memory well over her seeing Robin cry out for her when she fell from the building making her grip the sides of her sink trying to stop the memories from flooding her again. She knew it was probably haunting him in the back of his mind just like how he was unable to...she shook that thought from her head remembering that she was there when that incident happened. She ran her fingers slowly across the scar until leading to a smaller part that dipped off where Joker had thrusted his blade through her body. She frowned at that memory getting tired of reminiscing throwing the shirt on and pulled the pants over her legs before walking out and slipping on her only pair of shoes that she had slip-on that had been a present from Bruce for her sixteen birthday that had only happened a few months back. Batman had already gone through her window again and was probably waiting for her in the Batmobile in some secluded alley nearby. She turned and looked at the small shabby apartment she had called home for the last three years knowing this would be the last time she would see it. She opened the door and stepped out of the threshold before closing the door behind her and locking it tight leaving the apartment full of silence only to be pierced by the sound of a car screeching past the building filled the air of the silent night. The police sirens wailed near them when they passed by the three robbers strung up by a rope hanging from a light pole. Nightingale stared at the world around her soon became swallowed in the thoughts about a certain red and green cladded hero that often plagued her mind.
'Don't worry Dicky...I'll see you soon and I...I have so much I have to explain to you.' She reaffirmed to herself trying to control her nerves knowing there were so many things that she wanted to explain to the hero and so many regrets.
Her mind soon drifted away hearing the familiar sound of the engine rumbling started to make her ache for sleep which didn't sound like a bad idea after all she hadn't slept decently in weeks. A low hum soon started to go abuzz in her mind hearing the voice from that night rumbling sounding like it disapproved of her wanting sleep, but she didn't want to deal with it not right now...not when it had been so quiet over the past few months. She soon went back to ignoring it the soft sound of the tires of the Batmobile running along the pavement her final thoughts once again swallowing her whole her azure eyes drifting closed to the memories flooding back into her mind a small smile graced her lips wondering how much her friend had changed over the past three years...and what new possible adventures would be in store for her?
*Fairy Tail Zero Opening Plays*
And that is the end of the prologue everyone for my story and I hope you enjoyed it immensely. It took me a while to transfer this from handwriting to the actual word document and now to here on this website, but I am glad that it is finally up. Please feel free to review and PM me on how you feel about this prologue and I will respond to you as quickly as I can.
Nightingale was in a bit of a pinch there, but a certain power…um well, curse saved her, but you will learn about that later on. I don't want to spoil anything to you wonderful readers since you just probably happened to click on this to either see if it was trash or if you were bored, but I am glad that you read it or even skimmed through it.
Chapter one will be up at some point just gotta figure out where Nightingale would be at since I am also doing this along with the episodes and some of my own personal chapters to further the plot of this fanfiction. If anyone has any suggestions messages me and I will see what I can do and where I can start. Now personally I am tired as hell after writing this, but I will answer questions tomorrow when I wake up.
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Again thank you for reading!