Chapter 9

Nightwing zoomed through Gotham, looking for something, even a pair of Jokerz causing havoc. Nothing.

Zilch.

Net.

Kesshite.

The domino masked girl looked at Gotham through lens and sped on her motorcycle leaving the neon blue trail in the streets of Gotham. She turned down toward where a desperate plea for help came.

Nightwing pulled to a stop, and got off her bike. She took out a titanium bo, a long pole with blue tips, and walked into the ally. She twirled the bo before seeing Jokerz tormenting a woman.

She attacked imediately, hitting a Joker on the temple and whirling around with a kick to another behind her. Nightwing threw a wind-ding and it sent a knife and gun flying from their greasy mits before she punched another in the nose and then whirled around with a bo to see the five Jokerz taken out. She nodded slightly to the shaken woman before flipped onto her bike as the rod shrunk and she continued to speed down the streets of Gotham.

The police radio hooked into her bike flashed and a police spoke wildly into the walkie talkie.

"Requesting backup, a bombing at the library is taking place. I repeat, a bombing at the Library of Gotham is in progress. Mad Stan is in a rage!"

Nightwing frowned, she wanted to fight now, and she wasn't going to loose.

...

Terry was still confused at what happened in his home. Joe, she was angryer than he's ever seen her, and she wasn't able to reason with. He called her twice, apologizing and she never picked up. Now he would have to fight Mad Stan, and he wasn't in the mood for being Batman, but Mad Stan was a biggy.

When he flew over to the library, he saw a blue flash of light and someone getting the window way. That was going to be his way. No way was that going to happen, whoeve this hotshot thought he was.

Dropping onto the rooftop, he saw the figure walking forward slowly toward the building. Terry walked up silently behind them and said, "A little late for sneaking around isn't it?"

The figure turned around to reveal a face that was a domino mask. Terry automatically got into a fighting stance, an instinct forged into him, and the female figure mirrored his action. He observed the girl before him, and his eyes locked on the bright blue symbol that ran the outer side of her arms and chest.

"Who do you think you are?" Terry asked and the girl glared at him. She was wearing the original Nightwing suit, the one that had a bright blue and black skin tight suit, but the blue was neon, and something seemed more high tech. She also wore boots that had high heels and knee pads along with elbow pads inside. This also seemed like his suit, he could almost see the circutry inside of it and the girl straightened.

"I don't have time to fight. I'm putting a criminal in jail." Nightwing turned around to walk toward the window where a lightshow of explosives were going on.

"Mad Stan isn't for rookies," Terry warned and the pretender froze. She clenched her fist, and Terry walked past her, "Let the proffesionals handle him, not some wannabe newbie."

He was suddenly on the ground, and with a heel into his chest. "I am not some kid that you can push around. And I'm putting Mad Stan in jail. Now."

"I said wannabe, you aren't a kid, because you would have to be a tall kid."

Terry meanwhile talking, was looking for a way to throw off the girl. She went flying, but didn't crash. Instead, she flipped and recovered quickly.

"I don't have time for rookies," Terry repeated, and the girl glared at him, before running at him, and instead of a punch like he expected, he got a hard kick to the side and then a knee to the face.

"I'm not the rookie- you are," The girl flipped backwards and then Terry growled and got up. This was personal now, thank god Wayne had something to do tonight, he wasn't on the line or he'd be fighting her while getting an earful from him. Terry focused on her, she was more dangerous than she looked and she charged him again, Terry began to analyze her while fighting her. She fought like she had been trained by a master that knew several other martial arts, because they were all combined, and made it harder for Terry to block.

Finally Nightwing delivered the final blow by doing jumping up and kicking him in a wheel kick, and grabbed his 'ears' on the cowl as well. The girl fell onto him, and held him down, and Terry realized she had removed his cowl. Her hair had fallen out from the pony tail and created a curtain around him, but she could still see his face.

"I am not a rookie," She told him again before getting up and jumping down into the building where Mad Stan was getting trigger happy.

Terry groaned, he had just messed up, big time, and this time, it was bigger than him simply messing up. This ment the new Nightwing was family now.

...

Joe washed the hair dye out of her hair in the shower, she had one bruise on her neck, but that was it. She felt completed, like a spell that covered her thoughout life had just been lifted. The suit felt amaing too, it was almost like her father's but now cutting edge. But how could Terry be Batman. It made sense on a level of crazy, but the more she thought about it- the more sense it made.

She didn't mean to remove his cowl either, but if he knew it was her- he'd tell her father. Then she'd be grounded for life. Helena was happy too, and she felt like she could understand Terry. It was one thirty, and she came in ten minutes earlier. She never stayed up so late, and she never felt so alive.

The anger had faded, but Joe still felt rebelious, she could take on the world- come on, come at her. She could handle it and now, not even Dana or Terry mattered. Dana could keep him, she wasn't sure how she could speak to him now, and now they were suposed to act together? Two person love stories never were that good at working out, and she just walked out on him.

She would just simly say she couldn't do anything with him, and then cut off everything. He was going to be a problem, and right now, Joe didn't want problems. She wanted to put that suit on and kick butt. Even if it was Terry's.

Happy at her desion Joe turned off the shower and grabbed a towel, making sure everything was hidden, the dye, and the remains. Joe stepped out and wrapped the towel aroud herself. Joe smiled to herself and closed her eyes before flopping down on her bed. Then getting up, she changed into a silk nightgown, and though she was exilherated, went to sleep as soon as her head hit the bed.

So I got Joe to find out who batman is. I'm sorry kindleflame5, but Joe didn't loot him for gadgets, (even though I loved the idea). I just found it a bit too out of character for Joe, and Joe will find out about her mother soon!Sprry for not updating- R&R and vale!