WARNING: This story is rated R (just to be safe) for language, violence,
and mild sexual content.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Flying.
There was no greater feeling in the world. To stand at the edge of one of the tallest skyscrapers in Gotham, close your eyes and just jump. Free falling exactly one thousand, three hundred, fifty-six feet is the closest thing any human could get to flying. And it was even more fun in the rain.
Batgirl, which is what she just recently began calling herself, was just about ready to call it a night. It had been very slow in the city. But what did she expect for a Tuesday night? Or Wednesday morning, depending on how you looked at it. So she decided to indulge herself, and fly.
She cut through the air and rain, her cape whipping behind her. It was so loud in her ears it took her a moment or two to realize there was gun fire on the ground instead of in her head. She opened her eyes, and with the utmost precision, pulled a grappling hook and shot it into the air. It caught on the edge of a nearby building. The line went taunt catching her just before hitting the ground.
Street pancake, she had heard Robin refer to it as once. You hit, splat, and you don't get up. They have to use a spatula to get you off the asphalt.
Batgirl smiled behind her mask. She liked Robin.
The imagery he used was always, colorful, for lack of a better word. She was still reveling in how much language could add to things. She would probably have been an English teacher's dream come true. She loved adjectives.
Like chaotic.
Which was the only descriptive word for what was happening on the ground. Batgirl peered over the side of the building she had landed on, looking at two distinctly different groups of men. They were hiding behind cars, corners of buildings, and trashcans shooting guns, 9mm semi-automatics and oozies, if she was correct. Batgirl recognized the colors adorned by one of the groups.
Los Diablos.
They were a local gang, mostly kept quiet. There was a large explosion obliterating a car in the middle of the crossfire. Obviously they weren't keeping quiet anymore. The other group was foreign to Batgirl. They weren't from Gotham. There was silence for a moment, and Batgirl took that as her cue.
Diving off the building she landed on the hood of a car in an alleyway making no sound. She decided to hit the Diablos first but stopped dead. There was a scream. A girl's scream.
A skinny but tall man stepped out into the light across the street with a young Latina in his arms, and a gun to her head.
"Dom, ain't that your girl?"
There was fear in one of the Diablos eyes. He was obviously the leader and everyone waited for him to make his move. But it was the man with the girl who spoke first.
"Drop your weapons or the little bitch gets it."
The man, who Batgirl assumed to be the father of the girl, stood forward, his gun still drawn.
"Let her go ass hole! We have no beef with you!" The man yelled, spit flying from his lips. His left arm was bleeding. Batgirl figured it to be from a grazed bullet.
"Just give us what we want and we'll be gone."
"Never!"
"Fine!" He directed his next sentence to the girl. "Looks like your daddy doesn't love you."
The girl's face lost its hardness and she began to cry silently, pleading with her eyes. There were tears falling from her father's face as well.
"I love you baby. You know that right?"
The girl nodded and then closed her eyes waiting for the trigger to be pulled. Batgirl knew she had to run now or the Latina would die right there in the street.
It took less than a second to get across the street, and even less time to get to the man holding the girl. Coming up from behind, Batgirl kicked high into the air, catching the hand with the gun. His arm flew up, away from the girl's head and the trigger was pulled. The bullet hit the only light in the street leaving it completely dark. With one swift movement, she led with her left leg pushing off the ground as her other foot drove straight into the man's chest. He doubled over releasing his grip on the girl. Before he could get his bearings back, propped on her right leg, she swung around kicking him with her left leg across the chin.
The gunfire rang out again, lighting the street a little. Batgirl grabbed the girl by wrist and pulled her toward another alleyway.
"Batman!" someone yelled and all the gunfire stopped for a second.
Batgirl looked up, and sure enough, there he was cape flying behind him. The bullets from both sides turned to the Dark Knight as they all retreated, scattering.
Batgirl, with the Latina still in tow, spun quickly around when she heard someone land behind her in the alley.
"It's me," said the voice Batgirl recognized as Robin's. "He said to get her out of here. To somewhere safe. Follow me."
Batgirl nodded and pulled the girl behind her, following Robin.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Batman, Nightwing (even though I'd like to) or any of the related characters. They are owned by WB, AOL Time Warner, and DC Comics. Created by Bob Kane, God rest his soul.
Agent Thomas, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Sometime after NML, but before the "Bruce Wayne Murder?" series.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Flying.
There was no greater feeling in the world. To stand at the edge of one of the tallest skyscrapers in Gotham, close your eyes and just jump. Free falling exactly one thousand, three hundred, fifty-six feet is the closest thing any human could get to flying. And it was even more fun in the rain.
Batgirl, which is what she just recently began calling herself, was just about ready to call it a night. It had been very slow in the city. But what did she expect for a Tuesday night? Or Wednesday morning, depending on how you looked at it. So she decided to indulge herself, and fly.
She cut through the air and rain, her cape whipping behind her. It was so loud in her ears it took her a moment or two to realize there was gun fire on the ground instead of in her head. She opened her eyes, and with the utmost precision, pulled a grappling hook and shot it into the air. It caught on the edge of a nearby building. The line went taunt catching her just before hitting the ground.
Street pancake, she had heard Robin refer to it as once. You hit, splat, and you don't get up. They have to use a spatula to get you off the asphalt.
Batgirl smiled behind her mask. She liked Robin.
The imagery he used was always, colorful, for lack of a better word. She was still reveling in how much language could add to things. She would probably have been an English teacher's dream come true. She loved adjectives.
Like chaotic.
Which was the only descriptive word for what was happening on the ground. Batgirl peered over the side of the building she had landed on, looking at two distinctly different groups of men. They were hiding behind cars, corners of buildings, and trashcans shooting guns, 9mm semi-automatics and oozies, if she was correct. Batgirl recognized the colors adorned by one of the groups.
Los Diablos.
They were a local gang, mostly kept quiet. There was a large explosion obliterating a car in the middle of the crossfire. Obviously they weren't keeping quiet anymore. The other group was foreign to Batgirl. They weren't from Gotham. There was silence for a moment, and Batgirl took that as her cue.
Diving off the building she landed on the hood of a car in an alleyway making no sound. She decided to hit the Diablos first but stopped dead. There was a scream. A girl's scream.
A skinny but tall man stepped out into the light across the street with a young Latina in his arms, and a gun to her head.
"Dom, ain't that your girl?"
There was fear in one of the Diablos eyes. He was obviously the leader and everyone waited for him to make his move. But it was the man with the girl who spoke first.
"Drop your weapons or the little bitch gets it."
The man, who Batgirl assumed to be the father of the girl, stood forward, his gun still drawn.
"Let her go ass hole! We have no beef with you!" The man yelled, spit flying from his lips. His left arm was bleeding. Batgirl figured it to be from a grazed bullet.
"Just give us what we want and we'll be gone."
"Never!"
"Fine!" He directed his next sentence to the girl. "Looks like your daddy doesn't love you."
The girl's face lost its hardness and she began to cry silently, pleading with her eyes. There were tears falling from her father's face as well.
"I love you baby. You know that right?"
The girl nodded and then closed her eyes waiting for the trigger to be pulled. Batgirl knew she had to run now or the Latina would die right there in the street.
It took less than a second to get across the street, and even less time to get to the man holding the girl. Coming up from behind, Batgirl kicked high into the air, catching the hand with the gun. His arm flew up, away from the girl's head and the trigger was pulled. The bullet hit the only light in the street leaving it completely dark. With one swift movement, she led with her left leg pushing off the ground as her other foot drove straight into the man's chest. He doubled over releasing his grip on the girl. Before he could get his bearings back, propped on her right leg, she swung around kicking him with her left leg across the chin.
The gunfire rang out again, lighting the street a little. Batgirl grabbed the girl by wrist and pulled her toward another alleyway.
"Batman!" someone yelled and all the gunfire stopped for a second.
Batgirl looked up, and sure enough, there he was cape flying behind him. The bullets from both sides turned to the Dark Knight as they all retreated, scattering.
Batgirl, with the Latina still in tow, spun quickly around when she heard someone land behind her in the alley.
"It's me," said the voice Batgirl recognized as Robin's. "He said to get her out of here. To somewhere safe. Follow me."
Batgirl nodded and pulled the girl behind her, following Robin.