Chapter 3!
I made a mistake in my last chapter. Huntress is supposed to be Tigress. I'll be using the correct name from now on.
Enjoy!
The air went heavy.
"No." Batman said. Klarion frowned.
"Why not?"
"That won't happen."
"Are you sure you want to say that?" Klarion had a devilish light in his eye. Nightwing stiffened. Megan could sense that the tone of voice Klarion used was connected to bad memories. Klarion walked behind Nightwing and wrapped his arms around Nightwing neck lightly. Nightwing tensed, ready to jump away at a moments notice.
"I will not, nor will any of my protégés give their I.D.s." Batman said coolly. Klarion smiled.
"I hoped you would say that!" Klarion shoved Nightwing down so Nightwing was on his back. Nightwing rolled to the side and stood up, just to get drenched by a random torrent of water.
"Where?" Nightwing was unable to finish his sentence because the water sprayed again.
"Nightwing!" everyone called out. Klarion laughed. Batman tired to stand up, nut was unable to.
"Klarion, stop this!" Batman ordered. Klarion just laughed as the torrent of water knocked Nightwing down to Klarion's feet. The blood from the cut on his wrist was watery and seeping into the earth. The water stopped.
"Play my game." Klarion's voice was dangerous." Nightwing tried to get air into his lungs and to not shiver too violently.
"So not…"
"Asterous!" Klarion said happily. Right before The captive's eyes Klarion became a 17 year-old and held Nightwing tightly. Nightwing tried to get out of the super strong arms that held him. Klarion just laughed.
"Later love, later." Batman growled and relented.
"Fine." Klarion raised and eyebrow and a towel appeared on Nightwing's shoulders. Klarion also let go and sat just next to Nightwing, back in his 13 year old body.
"Let's start with Zatanna."
"I'm Zatanna Zatara."
"I'm M'gan M'rozz"
"Superman's Clone, Conner Kent."
"Jaime Reyes. Blue Beelte.
"Bart Allen, Impulse."
"Barry Allen, Flash."
"Iris Allen."
"Lois Lane."
"Clark Kent, Superman."
"Roy Harper's clone. Red Arrow."
"Jade Crook. Cheshire."
"Oliver Queen. Green Arrow."
"Dina Queen, at least that was going to be my name next week. Black Canary."
"Wally West. Kid Flash."
"Artemis Crook, Artemis and Tigress." Artemis said, removing a necklace. The shocked silence became angry glares at Nightwing.
"Diana. Wonder Woman."
"Barbra Gordan, Batgirl."
"Silena Kyle. Catwoman."
"Helena Wayne. I'm gonna be a hero someday!"
"Wayne eh?" Klarion smiled.
"Bruce Wayne. Batman." Batman growled, but the name was hard to miss. Klarion laughed. Anyone present who didn't already know, knew now.
"Damian Wayne. Robin."
"Tim Drake. Not actually adopted by Bruce or anything. Red Robin."
"Dick Grayson-Wayne." Nightwing said, just as angrily as Batman had. It probably had some thing to do with the fact that Klarion was now on his shoulders.
"Oh, like the orphan acrobat?" Klarion said.
"Yes."
"Oh! Goody! No wonder you're so flexible! I wonder, does it help in bed Barbra?" Barbra's face was red, and Nightwing really did flip Klarion off this time.
"Just shut up and let us go!" Nightwing said his voice dangerous. Klarion laughed.
"Busted." Klarion said. Nightwing rolled his eyes.
"Are you still bored?" Nightwing asked, picking Klarion up by the collar. Klarion smiled.
"Yup!" Nightwing looked at everyone present and whispered something angrily in Klarion's ear.
"Finally! Of course! Bye everyone, thank you for playing!"
"Wait, Nightwing!" called out Barbra when Klarion snapped and everyone found themselves in the lounge of the Hall of Justice. They all blinked.
"Did something just happen?" Megan asked. She then smelled something burning and ran back to the kitchen. Everyone else looked around, and felt like something had just happened. Wally saw The Hobbit unattended on the couch.
"Something had to have happened; Nightwing doesn't leave his books just lying around." Wally said, feeling oddly worried. Zatanna sniffed her sleeve.
"Some heavy magic has been used." She said. Just then a bright light appeared and Nightwing fell onto the couch.
"Nightwing!" Wally said.
"Man, gotta hate Klarion." Nightwing growled.
"What? Klarion did something to you?" Everyone was worried now. Nightwing looked at them strangely.
"You guys don't remember?" Nightwing said. Every exchanged glances. Nightwing looked down and seemed to notice he was back in his black jean and red sweatshirt.
"I think something happened at least." Nightwing looked up and saw Wally had his book.
"Wally, please return my book."
"No, you have to tell what happened!"
"Klarion made us all play truth or dare. Then I said I'd play alone with him if he let you guys go, then I spent three freak'n hours being chased by a creep in some twisted version of freeze tag where if you were frozen you had sing a song and let the other person kiss your cheek, I am not in the mood for this argument!" Nightwing growled. Wally gave Nightwing the book.
"Thank you. I lied about the kiss." Nightwing said opening the book. This time Batman took the book.
"Hey!" Nightwing had his knees on the couch and was reachign up trying to get the book."
"Wow, I really don't want to see where this is going." Wally said. Wally, Superboy, Red Robin, Bart, and Jaime all recognized the scene. The girls who were going to check the video watch with rapt attention.
"We do not lie to get what we want." Batman scolded. Nightwing frowned.
"But I'm at the part where Smog is giving Bilbo the riddles!" Nightwing said, reaching for the book. Superman walked by and stood next to Batman.
"Give him his book." The super said. Nightwing took the momentary distraction to swing up and wrap his legs around Superman. He spun onto Superman's broad back, and jumping off the shoulders, plucked the book from Batman. Superman just stood there in shock.
"Was I just used as a jungle gym?" Superman asked.
"You get used to it." Batman replied as Nightwing made him self comfortable in the rafters, where he was less likely to be bothered.
"Smog gets killed when an arrow pierces the one spot in his stomach that isn't armored. Batman said as he exited via the zeta tubes. Where Batman was a moment before a book comes flying, just missing him.