Wow! I have had a busy week. Honestly, the only reason I'm updating right now is because I promised I would every Friday. I'm tired and I haven't worked on this at all literally all week. So don't be mad if it's not up to par or anything, because it's…. bleh. It's just bleh.
BY THE WAY! Due to the EXTREME excitement I am feeling for the premier (WHICH IS FLIPPING TOMORROW!) I may or may not update tomorrow. I am doing something, so I might not, but I will most certainly try my hardest. It'll be a end of hiatus special… maybe. :D
The warehouse district of Bludhaven was filthy, just like it was in Gotham. The streets were littered with women in skimpy clothes and slime bags looking to sell drugs. Not to mention the actual streets, which were covered in a grimy, unidentifiable surface. Probably years of dried blood that had never been successfully clean.
It was the last place Barbara had expected Dick to be, and she certainly didn't expect him to be with Jason. Then again, she could've sworn Jason was dead last time she checked.
The breeze was so slight it could barely rustle Barbara's fiery red hair that fell gracefully over her shoulders, although it was just enough to bring the horrid stench of dirt, garbage, and blood to her nose.
And when you're a bat kid, who has trained her senses to be almost Kryptonian, that sort of thing could really bother you.
She tried to ignore it, keeping her equally trained eyes on the red and blue clad figures in front of her, sneaking their way through the streets. So far, Batgirl had no clue why they were here. But she was going to find out.
As she watched them sneak out of the shadows, from behind her own little shadow space, she tensed, her muscles ready and willing to move out of the uncomfortable position she'd been in for about a half an hour. Stupid Dick and his 'precautions'.
Every now and then, she'd heard them mumbling, but could never make out the words. Mostly, they just used angry gestures with each other, and Barbara could very clearly understand those.
Over all other emotions Barbara was feeling right now, she was precariously amazed. She had never shared the dynamic with Dick that Jason had. Their own was one that could easily rival Dick and Bruce's. When Dick would move, Jason would move to fit into Dick's motions, working around his older brother.
Barbara was almost a little jealous of the unspoken relationship.
She'd always known that no matter what Dick said, he loved Jason just like he loved Bruce. It was one of those unspoken relationships that Dick was particularly good at. And after watching the duo all night, her implications had been proven.
She grinned slightly to herself, watching both Bat-boys disappear into a warehouse. Barbara didn't know what it was about the Bat clan, but they all seemed to have nice asses. She even thought her own was rather nice, especially when wearing the tight-fitting Kevlar of her Batgirl costume.
As the warehouse door closed, she stealthily jumped from the shadows, following the pair inside and quickly launching herself up to the rafters. Crouching and trying to balance her weight between a rusty pipe and a creaky rafter, she followed them from above.
Her green eyes searched the entire warehouse. It was the fourth one they'd been to that night. Whatever, or whoever, it was they were looking for, was very well hidden.
Barbara wriggled her body, snaking and contorting through the dark and dusty shadows so that she could remain on the tails of the two she was following. Following, because she refused to admit that what she was doing could be considered spying, or (even worse) stalking.
She lightly tapped her com unit in a previously agreed pattern; Morse code, to be exact. Barbara had been seriously surprised to find that one of her partners did in fact know the secret code.
The series of dots and dashes Barbara sent were nearly silent, and unless Dick was on his com, which Barbara had already discovered he wasn't (dumb ass), he would have no idea what Barbara had said. Jason didn't even have a Bat clan communicator.
'Guys, they're in the warehouse. Move in.' Morse code style.
*********I FIGURED OUT MY LINES DON'T WORK SO I TRIED THIS INSTEAD*************
All the previous warehouses had been total busts, and Jason was beginning to wonder if Catwoman had lied to keep Dick off the trail. Selina would definitely do that. She was all about the whole 'cat and mouse' thing. Kind of ironic really.
The Red Hood's muscles were tense, expecting to be in the presence of the lunatic who murdered him put him on edge. Weird, right?
There was an echo, a creak that carried throughout the large room of the empty warehouse. It bounced off the concrete walls and floor as though it was the only noise. Jason caught Dick glaring at him, to which Jason responded with a small wave of his arms, as if pleading his innocence.
The room they'd entered was big, long, and empty. There weren't any doors, excluding the one they'd come in from. It was dark, several empty light sockets lining the ceiling. Dick began walking around, his Eskrima sticks out and his body tense.
Jason mimicked his posture, only in a more… fun way. He began pacing the length of the warehouse, his favorite knife in one hand and one of his guns in the other. He was walking in a sort of crouch, his frame low to the ground and his muscles tensed until the blood vessels were nearly popped.
The silence was back, echoeing through the room and buzzing in Jason's ears. One didn't think someone who had been dead for quite some time would mind the silence, but Jason was extremely tired of hearing that excuse.
'You were dead, that shouldn't bother you.' Jason had heard that SO many times from Kori and Roy while they'd been running around as the 'Outsiders'. Kori hadn't said it nearly as often as Roy, but it still got old. Really quick.
The silence could still pound into his head, and buzz in his ears in that really annoying way. Despite spending several nights in the dead quiet of Gotham shadows, and even more training with the League of Shadows after that, Jason couldn't stand silence. When he was in his civilian clothes, he always had his ear buds in, drowning out the silence.
But now, there was something wrong with this silence. Something breaking through it, ruining the horrid mess that was quiet. He paused, knowing the noise was familiar but couldn't quite place it.
"Red?" Nightwing asked, looking over at the leather clad hero. He began backing towards him, watching all directions. He was so much like Bruce sometimes it sickened Jason. "Everything okay?"
"Shut up, Winged Nut." Jason hissed, trying his hardest to listen, straining his ears to a painful extent. "Do you hear that?"
Dick listened for a moment, not moving and fully prepared to battle should he need to. His arms were raised with his Eskrima sticks poised as if he would spontaneously need to hit someone in the face with one. To Jason, it looked like he was pulling a couple of kiddie toys out because someone on the play ground stole his lunch money. It was hard to believe Jason was partially raised by this guy, sometimes.
"Yeah," Dick finally said, looking around, searching for the source of the noise that violated the silence that Jason hated so much. "Is your communicator on?"
"I don't carry a communicator, idiot." Jason said, thrusting his knife into its holster, but spinning the gun around his finger like most assassins do.
He waited a moment more, listening. The high pitched rhythm was so faint, Jason could barely hear it. It was so familiar, as if he should know it but he didn't. It was frustrating.
But then it hit him, and Dick watched in confusion as the whites of Jason's eyes widened exponentially. He opened his mouth to ask the undead vigilante what he'd just realized, but Jason's scream cut him off.
"Shit!" he screamed, grabbing Dicks wrist and yanking the older behind him as he made a mad dash for the door that was now approximately three hundred yards away. Just then, the beeping halted and the building was engulfed in a fiery cloud of an explosion.
Ha! Cliff Hanger… I haven't done one of those in a while I don't think. Oh well. Deal with it.
REVIEW RESPONSES!
Masqueraded Angel: Ha! That would be one of the best movies ever…
Mixxi: I quite like that idea… I just might use that. And I wouldn't say the mastermind, but definitely more involved.
Lakeshine: I would totally see a Nightwing movie. Opening night, at midnight, I might even cosplay. I have never cosplayed, and I would totally do it.
READINGhearts17: I thought I would be cute and funny in the end since I kind of made the rest of the chapter all serious and junk.
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~Charlie~