Nightwing grimaced as he scanned for his enemy. 'She's around here somewhere…'

No sooner had he thought it than something red rammed into his side, knocking him to the ground. His enemy stood over him, and he looked up at her. Jessie was holding back laughter, but a smirk was clear as day on her lips. 'I can't believe I let her slip past my defenses.'

Jessie offered him a hand. "Not used to fighting against powers anymore, are you?"

He took her hand, allowing her to help him to his feet. "Where I was we simply had petty thefts and the like. Even in Gotham and Arkham, most of the villains' 'powers' were some form of illegal substance that enhanced them." When he paused, she raised an eyebrow, expecting him to finish that comment. Clearly, she'd done her homework on those people as well. "Aside from the rarities, of course."

Jessie rolled her eyes, smirk faltering into a small smile. The pair had been sparring and hanging out for the past few days. Honestly, Nightwing was rather enjoying himself. Training with Jessie was helping him strengthen his senses. What she was gaining, though, was a mystery to him.

They paused at the sound of footsteps, and looked over to the door to see Blue Rose standing in the doorway. She didn't look very happy.

Nightwing looked at Jessie as she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Well, Nightwing, I'll see you around," she murmured as she left the room, leaving him alone with Blue Rose.

Blue Rose's eyes followed her, and when she seemed certain that the woman was out of ear-shot, she returned her gaze to Nightwing.

"Was there something you needed?" he asked. He almost seemed like… like he was upset that she'd interrupted his time with Jessie.

"I don't like her," she said bluntly. "I don't trust her."

There was a slight movement on Nightwing's face, one that seemed annoyed. "That's not really your call to make," he responded. He changed the subject. "Did we have a training session today? Now would be a good time for that. Go warm up."

Blue Rose nodded, going to the back wall to stretch.

Terra stood in her room, admiring the dress that Damion had bought for her. She did have to admit that, although the darker one was more womanly, this one fit her better, and not simply in fit. It went well with her eyes, played nicely with her tanned skin.

She was pulled from her admiration by a knocking on her door. "Just a moment," she called, putting the dress back in her closet. She opened the door to see Starfire standing there. "Uh… Hi, Star."

"Friend Terra, I wish to have the girl talk," the Tamaranian announced.

Terra's eyebrows drew together, and then up, in a look of confusion. "Er… okay…" she agreed, moving aside to let the woman in.

Starfire entered Terra's room, not looking at the walls, the ceiling; she looked straight ahead, but wasn't really seeing anything about the room. In the theater of her mind, she saw Raven's sister, Jessie, spending so much time with Nightwing; emerging from the training room both with and without him, talking to him in the kitchen, watching some Earth show on the television. And Nightwing, her Nightwing, seemed to truly enjoy her presence.

Finally, Starfire spoke. "I am worried about the time that our friend Nightwing is spending with Jessie. Can we truly trust her?"

In her mind, Terra rolled her eyes. That's what Starfire wanted to talk about? Nightwing and Jessie? "I don't really see a problem with her. Beast Boy likes her. White likes her. Nightwing likes her. Raven doesn't even really seem to mind her that much anymore-" 'Though she has been holed up in her room a lot…' she added to herself. "- I really don't think she's a problem, Star."

Starfire turned to her and gave the blonde a look of distress. "But what if-"

"Starfire, relax. I don't think there will be any problems from her. You trust Raven, don't you?"

That seemed to calm Starfire, at least a little bit.

It wasn't very sunny out. Dove didn't like that. She loved the sun, loved the warmth it gave her pale skin, the feeling it gave her heart. Rain was nice and all, too, but firstly, it didn't match to the sun, and secondly, it wasn't raining. It was just… gray. The teen sighed.

Instead of focusing on the weather, Dove decided to look at the people passing her by. There were women with grocery bags heading to their car with squealing toddlers. Men in suits were walking, she assumed to work from their lunch or the other way around. Elderly people were smiling and laughing and talking at a table in a restaurant. As she neared the high school, Dove heard the sounds of teenagers in the courtyard. She paused to look at them; there were clusters of teens spread out amongst the courtyard, all eating and laughing and talking. All being… normal. Normal teens, with no responsibility passed homework and tests, possibly part time jobs. 'How lucky they are,' Dove thought to herself. She hadn't noticed that she'd stopped in the middle of the sidewalk until a solid body walked right into her.

The girl jumped back and stared at the male – seemingly around eighteen or nineteen. She blinked up at him. "Er… Sorry, I didn't realize I was blocking the walkway," she apologized. She was sure her eyes were full of shock. Not only had he bumped into someone, that someone was a girl, and that girl was wearing nothing but a green leotard that exposed part of her chest and a cloak.

"Hn. I shoulda been watching where I was going. Sorry. It's my fault," came his whispery response. Dove took a good look at him; he was good looking, in a punk-rock-ish kinda way. He had dark hair that was falling into his eyes, and gray eyes that seemed to never end. He wore a black hoodie with 'Chem' embroidered across the front, and black skinny jeans. The hood of his jacket was pulled over his head, hiding the rest of the features on his head from view.

"It's fine, really," was her response. "I'm Dove."

He shifted uncomfortably. "Names… mean nothing to me now."

'Is he, like, suicidal?' Dove thought, panicky, as he walked away from her. Before she knew it, he disappeared. Dove swallowed and decided to head back to the tower.

It was just becoming evening, though how she knew that from the fog that covered the entire sky, Jessie didn't know. She'd been hiding in the room assigned to her for most of the day after she left Nightwing, debating to herself. Finally, she'd made a decision. She left her room seeking out Nightwing.

He was in the living room, sitting on the new couch with Blue Rose. 'He isn't alone…' she thought with dismay. She withheld her grimace and went over to him. She leaned against the back of the couch, just behind him, until he noticed her.

"Oh, hey, Jessie," he greeted, a slight smile taking over his lips. "Where ya been all day?"

Jessie smirked internally. He'd been wondering about her. "Oh, around." Her eyes flicked over to Blue Rose, then back to him. "Mind if I talk to you for a bit?"

There it was. Out in the open. All that was left was the wait for his response.

It seemed like an eternity, but Nightwing finally answered, slightly confused. "Yeah, sure." He stood, and she led the way down the hall, to the place they'd been this morning; the training room. Finally she stopped and turned to him.

"I have something very important to ask you."

Nightwing shifted on his feet a bit. He hated statements like that. They got him to agree to train his replacements. They got him to agree to dates. He answered, though, with, "Shoot."

Jessie's strange, beautiful eyes bore into him, seeming to search for something. Finally, she spoke. "I'm in trouble. I'm not strong, like Raven is. I never was able to… leave our father." There was a pause before she continued. "I've been hired by someone to spy on you and your team. At first I didn't really care, I was okay with it. I was getting benefits from it. But… now…"

"Now?" Nightwing pushed, encouraging her to continue. They had both crossed their arms at this point. Jessie had looked away from him. Her arms uncrossed, and she backed up, pressing her back to the nearby wall, palms flat against the cool texture. Nightwing shifted a fraction closer to her.

"Now I've decided against it. There's more to lose than to gain," was her quiet response. Her eyes snapped back to his face. "But… I don't know how to… just leave. I have a mission, and I have to check in with the leaders of this mission, or… or very bad things will happen. I need your help."

Nightwing swallowed, internally sighing from relief. This was an easy request. Well, easier than the other two options that had come to his mind. "I can help you. And here's what we're going to do."