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Author's Note: I hope you like this, my first DC story. There will be more chapters when I've written them. Thanks. Please review!
From here, the world is still. It's that time of night when the city really does sleep, even this city. A time when - wait. *There*. An almost imperceptible flicker, the slightest noise, although it may as well have been a siren to his trained mind. A fraction of a second to ready the line, another for the angle. "Wouldn't want to miss", he jokes to himself, then remembers why he's up here, what his mission is.
* * *
The light on the screen flickers for a moment, then slowly begins to move. She stares at it for a second, then says a quiet prayer. As she returns to work she is thankful for once that she is Oracle, and that no one can see her cry.
* * *
He takes no notice of gravity. He flies through the air above the midnight streets of Gotham seemingly without a single doubt. Inwardly however, he is taking note of every mistake he makes, every mis-timed jump and every careless leap. He knows that any other night his performance would have been perfect, but tonight he simply cannot concentrate - his mind keeps slipping back to her, and filling with rage. He speaks, and she answers "Nightwing to Oracle - I've found him" a pause, "are you. okay?" A moment passes, then her reply "The bleeding has stopped, if that's what you meant." He begins to sigh with relief, but knows that too much noise could give him away. "Dick. Don't let what he did cloud your judgement. It wasn't that serious. Really." Another pause. "Oracle out." He takes a breath, trying to ready himself, calm his nerves. "Babs" he whispers. And descends.
* * *
She tries to breathe, shuddering as tears return to her eyes. She looks down at her hand, and the bandages around it. It really wasn't serious, but it almost was. They both knew that it would only have had to have been a few inches lower down her arm to have cut into an artery, or worse if it had just hit her a little harder. She'd had her share of injuries when she'd been Batgirl, and she was used to pain - the wheelchair was proof of that, but since becoming Oracle there hadn't really been much violence in her life. Not directly at least. She thought of Prometheus. Had that been worse than this? What did it matter - her pain was nothing. It was the betrayal that really hurt.
* * *
He slid through the window, as quietly as possible. "Not quietly enough", he thinks to himself, as he sees the figure turn around in the distance. "Hello Dick" the figure says, in that voice which, though so familiar, seems so different now. A lot of things have changed. He opens his mouth, still not accepting what has happened, but knowing that it is true. "Hello Tim."
Author's Note: I hope you like this, my first DC story. There will be more chapters when I've written them. Thanks. Please review!
From here, the world is still. It's that time of night when the city really does sleep, even this city. A time when - wait. *There*. An almost imperceptible flicker, the slightest noise, although it may as well have been a siren to his trained mind. A fraction of a second to ready the line, another for the angle. "Wouldn't want to miss", he jokes to himself, then remembers why he's up here, what his mission is.
* * *
The light on the screen flickers for a moment, then slowly begins to move. She stares at it for a second, then says a quiet prayer. As she returns to work she is thankful for once that she is Oracle, and that no one can see her cry.
* * *
He takes no notice of gravity. He flies through the air above the midnight streets of Gotham seemingly without a single doubt. Inwardly however, he is taking note of every mistake he makes, every mis-timed jump and every careless leap. He knows that any other night his performance would have been perfect, but tonight he simply cannot concentrate - his mind keeps slipping back to her, and filling with rage. He speaks, and she answers "Nightwing to Oracle - I've found him" a pause, "are you. okay?" A moment passes, then her reply "The bleeding has stopped, if that's what you meant." He begins to sigh with relief, but knows that too much noise could give him away. "Dick. Don't let what he did cloud your judgement. It wasn't that serious. Really." Another pause. "Oracle out." He takes a breath, trying to ready himself, calm his nerves. "Babs" he whispers. And descends.
* * *
She tries to breathe, shuddering as tears return to her eyes. She looks down at her hand, and the bandages around it. It really wasn't serious, but it almost was. They both knew that it would only have had to have been a few inches lower down her arm to have cut into an artery, or worse if it had just hit her a little harder. She'd had her share of injuries when she'd been Batgirl, and she was used to pain - the wheelchair was proof of that, but since becoming Oracle there hadn't really been much violence in her life. Not directly at least. She thought of Prometheus. Had that been worse than this? What did it matter - her pain was nothing. It was the betrayal that really hurt.
* * *
He slid through the window, as quietly as possible. "Not quietly enough", he thinks to himself, as he sees the figure turn around in the distance. "Hello Dick" the figure says, in that voice which, though so familiar, seems so different now. A lot of things have changed. He opens his mouth, still not accepting what has happened, but knowing that it is true. "Hello Tim."
