Well, I've finally gotten back to writing! Hope you like it!
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Dick's POV
The world may be big, but the universe is bigger. Of course, now that the JL has aliens, the world finally realizes just how many other worlds are out there. Now if only they'd realize just how many aliens are already on Earth. Lex Luthor, for instance, who knew that he was a Gordeliv? Or that Detective Bullock was a Garjana? I'll give you a hint: almost everyone you guess will be wrong; not even Bruce or Superman know.
Most of the time, it's a good thing that we stay hidden. No hate crimes, no conquering, no experimentation. Life can be great for us. But then, there're those other times: the times when we suffer because nobody knows. When we have to tell lie after lie to keep the life we know. Those are the times I hate.
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Dick's POV, Warehouse
I woke up with my head spinning and aching. When I tried to move, I found that I couldn't because I was strapped to a metal chair. Looking around, I realized that I was in a mostly empty warehouse but I had no idea which one. I began to struggle against my restraints but it did no good. Come on, come on!
"Keep struggling. It'll just make you weaker." A familiar, dark, mechanic-sounding voice said.
"Deathstroke." I replied, glaring at the wall in front of me. Faint footsteps walked over to me and Deathstroke stepped into my vision.
"Hello, prey."
"So, how much are you selling me for?" I asked, sarcastically. Like I'd let him sell me.
"Zucco's willing to pay 3 million intergalactic dollars for you. Of course, he never specified what condition he wanted you in. I plan to take advantage of that little loophole." I felt my 3 hearts start to race as he smirked at me. "A little electricity should teach you not to get in my way." I tensed as he walked behind me and grabbed something. I heard a small click and my extra sense began to urge me to get away from the electricity. Every step Slade took, I felt the live wires or jumper cables getting closer and closer. By the time he attached the conductors to the metal chair, I was screaming. As soon as the conductors touched the chair, the world went white and I could feel was pain.
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Bruce's POV
Something was wrong. I didn't know what, but I could feel it as I waited for Nightwing to return to the Batcave. We'd planned on him coming home half an hour ago but he could just be busting some criminals. But that feeling. Something wasn't right. "I'm going to look for him. Call me if he shows up." I told Alfred as I headed towards the batmobile and drove into Gotham.
"Master Batman, a rather large energy signature has appeared in Warehouse 137. Perhaps you should check it out." Alfred's voice said over the communicator.
"Alright." I replied. Maybe Dick's there.
Warehouse 147 used to be a chop shop, several years ago, but was now unused. Thankfully, that meant that there was no security on the windows, making it easy to get in. As I made my way across the ceiling beam, I saw a white, glowing shape. A few feet away stood Deathstroke who seemed proud of himself. I only know one thing that makes him look that way. Dick.
I stepped off the beam and glided, slamming into Deathstroke. Noticing a generator, I quickly turned it off, only to be kicked away. "Do you even know what he is?" Slade asked in a superior tone. I don't know what the hell he's talking about. "He's not even human! He's a Kapuyt Mardik! An alien!" He yelled. Ignore him. Before I could fully recover, Slade hit me again and again.
A bright flash suddenly sent him flying. I looked towards the source and saw a tall glowing white figure with its arm outstretched. Once it was clear that Slade would not be getting up, the figure began to walk away. "Get back here!" I yelled, trying to get the figure to turn around. "Where's Nightwing?!"
"B, it's me." Dick's voice said in a slightly electronic voice. "Look, I need to get rid of this energy before I blow up. I'll talk in a minute." I nodded slightly. Slade was right…
Dick walked over to an industrial-sized electrical outlet and stuck his hands in it. Slowly, the white glow ebbed away until I could see that Dick's skin was blue. He took his hands out of the outlet and swayed on his feet. I walked over to him and put his arm around my neck. Nightwing gave me a weak grin. "Sorry, energy overloads always leave me weak. I'm sorry, I should have told you about-"
"Don't worry about it. You have a lot of explaining to do, but that can wait until tomorrow; you're exhausted." I told him, as we began to walk towards the Batmobile.
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Dick's POV, The Next Morning
I woke up and stretched, just like normal. At least, it was normal until I noticed my hand was blue. I quickly shifted into my human form and changed out of my pajamas. Then, I remembered last night. B knows. Slade tried to kill me. I jumped when I heard a knock at the door. "Yeah?" I said, turning to face the door.
Bruce walked in and stared at me, puzzled. "Why do you look human?"
"Because I didn't remember last night when I first woke up. And people tend to be more comfortable around people who look human than those that don't." I replied.
"You don't have to unless people are over." Bruce said, sternly.
"Yes! Thank you!" I said, hugging him and shifting back to my natural form. "This is so much more comfortable!"
"Do you have abilities?" Bruce asked, sitting down on my bed. I sat down right next to him.
"A few. I can see through other aliens' disguises, temporarily alter the forces of gravity on myself, and harness electricity. It's pretty cool." I said, grinning.
"Unless you overload." Bruce said, with a slight question-tone to his sentence.
"Exactly. As a Mardaspan, they're the alien bounty hunters, he hunts down the aliens on Earth to sell or eliminate them. Most Mardaspans can see through alien disguises too."
"Why was he after you?" Bruce asked.
"To sell me to Zucco." I growled.
"How would Zucco know an alien bounty hunter?"
"Zucco is an alien too. I don't even try to pronounce what species."
"Are there other aliens in Gotham?"
"Yeah, quite a few. Sorry, but it's an intergalactic law that no species or individuals will out a species or individual on a planet where the existence of extra terrestrials is doubted or feared so I can't tell you who." I told him, shrugging helplessly. "As an enforcer, it would look reaalllyyy bad if I broke the law."
"An enforcer? But if you've been on Earth since you were nine…" Bruce gave me a strange look.
I hurried to explain. "When I was trying to find a new identity after I was Robin, I decided to go to my home world, Ashkharh. There, I trained to be an enforcer on Earth. Then I came home and decided to be Nightwing."
"Oh…" Bruce said, looking a bit overwhelmed.
"Yup!" I said, grinning.
"Well, I couldn't imagine anyone better for the job. I'm proud of you, Dick." Bruce said, smiling.
"Thanks, Dad." I hugged him. I'm accepted and he's proud of me! Best day ever!
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The End! I hope you liked it!