Author's Note- Hello again! I wrote this chapter quicker than I thought I would. I think it's about the same length as the last one, so I'll aim for a least 1000 words a chapter. I think that I'll alternate between Nightwing's and Celeste's points of views for the chapters, and I might do a chapter in Batman or Robin's POV. Robin is Tim Drake by way, and this is based just a few weeks about the end of season 2.

Disclaimer- Celeste is my character, but I don't own any other characters or places from this story.

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Celeste's POV

All I was doing was sitting in my room in my pajamas with my headphones on, listening to "Love Don't Die" by the Fray. I sang along quietly as I typed on my laptop, working on an essay for my advanced English class at Bludhaven University. I glanced up from my laptop's screen as my bedroom's lights flickered. I let out a sigh, watching them flicker for a few more seconds before turning off completely. I groaned, shutting my laptop's lid and getting off of my bed.

I left my room in my small house and went down the hall, opening the door to the basement and heading downstairs. I went over to the power box and checked it, but it seemed to be working completely fine. I glanced back up the stairs to see that my lights had come back on. I shrugged, heading back upstairs while I hummed to myself. My lights flickered sometimes. I wasn't concerned about it.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I heard a buzzing noise come from my living room. I frowned slightly, heading into my living room and glancing around. I hoped my house wasn't posseted or anything. That'd be weird, and kind of creepy. I walked into my living room to come face to face with a glowing gold orb in the middle of the room. I raised an eyebrow, wondering what on Earth the orb was. It hadn't been there when I went into my bedroom earlier this evening. I wondered where it had come from. Like an idiot, I reached out to touch and then gasped when the orb exploded in a burst of glowing sparks.

I gasped as I was flung across the room and slammed into the wall by the force of the blast. I hit the floor with a dull 'thud' and groaned, my whole body aching. My entire right side felt bruised and I shut my eyes for a second, hoping that I hadn't broken any bones. I had no idea what had just happened, but my house wasn't on fire so I just lay on the floor for a moment. After a minute, I turned around and sat up, pushing myself up on one elbow and coming face to face was a man I had never seen before.

I screamed, jumping up and hitting the wall with my back. I stared down at the man on my living room floor, frowning slightly at his dazed expression. The first thing I noticed was that he was wearing a mask. The second thing I noticed was that he was insanely attractive. My heart was pounding in my chest as I knelt on my knees and stared at the man, who didn't appear to notice me. I had no idea where he had come from. It was almost like the orb, which was gone now, had teleported him here.

"Who are you?" I demanded. The man didn't appear to hear me. He didn't seem to notice anything that was going on. "How the hell did you get in here?" I asked, reaching out and shaking his shoulder. He shook his head slightly and moved his shoulder away. "Hello?" I said, a bit louder. I frowned slightly, reaching out and pulling off his mask. He responded to that, frantically covering his face with his hands. "Would you say something? Maybe.. explain a little?" I let out a sigh, pushing my hair out of my eyes impatiently.

"Give me my mask." The man spoke, his voice hoarse. I stood up, glancing down at the mask in my right hand and raising an eyebrow. The man had his hands over his eyes, and he moved his right hand out and held it in the air, waiting me to give him his mask back. I frowned slightly, standing up and holding the mask out of his reach. "No." I said, narrowing my eyes slightly at the man.

"Why do you need to hide your identity?" I demanded. "Are you some sort of criminal?" I frowned, knowing that I should probably call the police. But I was curious. I watched the man as he spoke his head, parting his fingers slightly and looking up at me. He had blue eyes.

"I'm not a criminal." The man said, his voice less hoarse. Before I could ask him what, and who, he was he let out a sigh. "I'm Nightwing. No offence, but you should know who I am." He paused for a moment. "I am in Bludhaven, right?" I nodded.

"Yeah, we're in Bludhaven. And why should I know who you are?" I asked the man, Nightwing, as he shrugged.

"Well, I'm Bludhaven local vigilante. I used to work with Batman in Gotham." Nightwing prompted. I leaned against the wall, looking down at him as he spoke.

"Who's Batman?" I asked curiously. Nighting stared at me, getting up and standing in front of me. He was a bit taller than me, and I suddenly felt self-conscious in my Gryffindor t-shirt and sweat pants while Nightwing looked like he had fallen straight out of a comic book.

"You don't know who Batman is?" Nightwing asked in disbelief. I shook my head slightly, taking a few steps away from Nightwing. I was pretty sure that Nightwing was crazy, so I figured calling the police would probably be a good idea.

"What are you doing?" Nightwing asked, following me across the room and watched me as I reached for the phone. I think he realized what I was going to do because he grabbed my wrist and pulling me around to face him. I inhaled sharply, watching him as he let go of my wrist and realizing he had left his face exposed. He swore, going over and picking his mask off the floor where it had fallen when I dropped it. He put it back on, turning to face me again.

"You don't need to call the police." He said reassuringly. "I'm one of the good guys, I promise." he glanced towards the window for a moment before frowning slightly, turning back to face me. "You can trust me." I didn't respond, not entirely sure if I could believe him. I thought he was crazy, but he seemed perfectly sane. And convinced he was some sort of vigilante. Nightwing stood awkwardly for a few moments before running his hand through his hair and letting out a sigh. "I'll leave now." He said, moving towards the window. I nodded slightly, watching him open the window and look around outside. I bit my lip for a moment, knowing that I probably shouldn't just let him leave. He could need help, he really seemed to think that he didn't sound crazy.

"Wait." I said, watching Nightwing as he turned around to face me. I hesitated, not sure what I should say to him. "I can't let you leave like this." I said quickly, motioning at him. I wasn't entirely sure why I wanted him to stay.

"Are you insulting my suit?" Nightwing asked, only half joking. I shook my head slightly, grinning slightly.

"No, I like your suit. I think it's cool." I said, watching Nightwing grin.

"It just that I have way too many question to let you fling yourself out of a window." I explained, going over and sitting on the couch. Nightwing watched me. "So, come sit down and tell me about yourself." I said, looking at him expectantly. Nightwing's grin grew slightly, and he shut the window and went over and sat on the couch by me. He thought for a moment before running his hand through his hair.

"I'll make this quick." He said, more to himself than me. "Batman's probably wondering where I am." he said thoughtfully before looking at me. "So, I'm Nightwing, and a few years ago I formed a team with some people would become my best friends."

Author's Note- I hoped you guys liked this chapter, the next one is going to be a bit sadder.

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