A few days after that fateful meeting, Nightwing and Fox met once more. Nightwing was standing on top of an old apartment building, after his patrol. He was thinking about Fox. She said that they would meet again, but he hadn't seen hide or hair of her.
He looked over the city he was working so hard to protect. A sound like pebbles falling onto tin caught his ears, and the ebony haired hero turned around. Behind him was Fox, covered up with her mummy bandages.
"I told you I would see you again." She said, staying right where she was.
"I was just wondering about where you were, and lo and behold, here you are." Nightwing smirked, taking a few short steps towards her.
"Well, I thought that we got off on the wrong foot a few nights ago, so I've come to reintroduce myself and allow you a chance to ask one question."
Nightwing turned this over in his head, looking for any hidden meanings or loopholes he could exploit. "Only one question? I thought you would answer three, like the fairies in fairy tales."
Fox threw her head back and laughed. "No, you only get one question tonight, but you get another the next time you see me, and the next, until your questions run out."
"I don't think that will happen." Nightwing remarked.
Fox's mask twitched, and Nightwing could just tell that she was grinning. "Why don't I start off? Hi, I am the vigilante of this city and I have many names, some of which you know. Your go."
Nightwing chuckled. That was how she was going to play. "Well hello Fox. I am Nightwing, the Boy Wonder, one of the new vigilantes of this city. May I know some more of your names?"
"Is that your question for the night?" Fox asked. Nightwing nodded. He was curious about what her other names might be. "Well, you already know some of my names, so I guess you could have a few more. I have also been known as the Fox Ghost, the Navy Fox, the Fox with Nine Lives, Flying Fox, Vixen, Lady Fox, and yet still others."
The ex-Robin nodded slowly. He wasn't as to if one of them was her real name, but one of them could be… "Is your real name Vixen?" He asked, only to wince. She said that he could only ask one question, and now, that question may be void.
"Yes, my full birth name is Vixen Streetborn." Nightwing was astonished. She just freely gave up her full name! Now that he had that, he could find out nearly everything about her! "Oh, don't bother putting it into some search system Nightwing. You won't find anything."
"Any why not?" He asked, slightly peeved. People didn't just insult his computer skills.
"Because I was born on the streets, so were my parents, and their parents, going back at least to my great-great grandparents. So there won't be any information about me under my birth name." Nightwing scowled. That was one lead down the gurgler.
Then he brightened. "Hey, you answered more than one question!"
Fox laughed once more. "That was for the first night we met. I will see you again, Nightwing."
And with that she took a running leap off the building, only to disappear into the shadows of the building across the road. Nightwing chuckled. "I will defiantly see you again Fox."
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A week passed this time before the two heroes met again, this time at an old warehouse. Nightwing had been following a drug gang, and apparently so had Fox. Now they were both fighting it out against 20 odd drug addicts and hired thugs.
"Well, this is totally not asterous." Nightwing remarked, back to back with Fox.
"I didn't get that, but if you don't want to get decapitated then duck." Nightwing dropped to the floor, only to feel something swish over his head. To his amazement, it was a leg. A long, black and dark blue clad leg.
"How can you fight like that?" He asked, catching glimpses of her taking care of some of the thugs using a dazzling array of spinning kicks, elbows and, scarily, split jumps. "Is that your question for the night? If it is, could it wait till later?"
Nightwing nodded, rushing into his own fight, driving his fist into one man's throat, a kick to the back of another's knee, before sending out a wave of smoke pellets. He moved swiftly through the smoke, feeling Fox at his back, fighting confidently. That was kinda surprising. Most heroes couldn't fight in the smoke like he and Batman could. They couldn't see their enemies.
Within minutes all the thugs and druggies were unconscious and tied up, awaiting pick up by the local police. While they watched from a nearby rooftop, Nightwing looked sideways at Fox. "Are you going to answer my question?"
"That's what I agreed to." But she didn't speak anymore, so Nightwing rolled his eyes and nudged her. But he didn't expect her sudden, whole body flinch. He almost asked why she did that, but held his tongue. Only one question a night and it wouldn't be good to alienate her before he could even determine whether or not she'd be a useful ally.
"I learnt how to fight from a variety of places. I've been able to adapt my dance skills to a more violent approach, and I often looked in on the self-defence classes when I was younger. The rest was all dirty fighting I picked up from the street fights and observing superheroes duke it out with villains on T.V." Nightwing pricked his ears up at that. That must have been why some of the moves she used looked familiar.
Fox sighed and shook her head. "I need to go. But you should definitely get some of those bruises checked out."
She was gone before he could blink, and Nightwing sighed. That must been how Commissioner Gordon felt whenever he and Batman disappeared. But how did she know he was injured? Nightwing shook his head and started to swing his was home. That was a question for another night.
Hey Everyone! Sorry if this took a little while, but I hope you like the Chapter!
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