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.
Hehehe, yes, the last chapter was REALLY short, but that's ok ... I guess. This one's a little bit longer.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Agent Thomas' eyes opened slowly as a low humming noise floated in from the living area. She knew it as the unmistakable sound of her computer. It had been a piece of shit, and she knew it. But she didn't have to pay for it, it was on the government's tab.
She tried to remember if she had turned it off, or even put it in sleep mode. Must not have. She had heard the sound it made many times before, she dismissed it as the screen saver kicking into action. Closing her eyes again she relaxed, listening to the rain outside, the noise from the street below, and then something else.
That wasn't her computer.
She sat up quickly, and as quietly as she could. She grabbed her gun from the nightstand. Straining in the dark, she peeled her eyes. But there was nothing in the bedroom. She pulled the sheets away from her body and stood, her gun pointed in front of her.
Rounding the doorframe out of the bedroom, she almost ran in to the figure.
"Oh shit!" she cursed under her breath.
She and the man, she decided because of the low gasp of surprise and because of his size, went flat against the same wall on either side of the doorframe.
"Look man," she called. "You picked the wrong room to rob. I'm a Federal Agent and I'm armed."
When there was no response she moved. Slowly making her way to the edge of the door she took a deep breath. She spun around the frame gun first, pointing it into the living area. He was there at the exact same time.
With speed she had never seen, he kicked the gun out of her hands and it landed somewhere on his side of the door. Without even thinking she dropped to the floor, supporting herself with her right hand and kicked him with her left leg, just above his ankles, knocking him off his feet. He fell backwards away from her.
They both jumped back to their feet at the same time. She moved for the attack first, flying a right hook straight at his head, but he caught it. He pulled her arm behind her and then up against his body.
He was wearing gloves. This wasn't just some random breaking and entering, she realized just before she grabbed his shoulder. She bent over and threw him over her back. He hit the ground hard. She turned and dove for her gun.
But he was fast. Faster than she was.
He was on her before she could even get close to the firearm. He peeled her off the ground as if he was trying not to hurt her. He flipped her around so she was facing him and then pushed her up against the wall.
Both their eyes widened.
It was him. The boy. Only, older, and in a different costume. But there wasn't a doubt in her mind, it was still him.
By the look on his face, he recognized her too. She had never thought in a million years that she would ever see him again. But here he was, and she was anything but disappointed.
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.
Hehehe, yes, the last chapter was REALLY short, but that's ok ... I guess. This one's a little bit longer.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Agent Thomas' eyes opened slowly as a low humming noise floated in from the living area. She knew it as the unmistakable sound of her computer. It had been a piece of shit, and she knew it. But she didn't have to pay for it, it was on the government's tab.
She tried to remember if she had turned it off, or even put it in sleep mode. Must not have. She had heard the sound it made many times before, she dismissed it as the screen saver kicking into action. Closing her eyes again she relaxed, listening to the rain outside, the noise from the street below, and then something else.
That wasn't her computer.
She sat up quickly, and as quietly as she could. She grabbed her gun from the nightstand. Straining in the dark, she peeled her eyes. But there was nothing in the bedroom. She pulled the sheets away from her body and stood, her gun pointed in front of her.
Rounding the doorframe out of the bedroom, she almost ran in to the figure.
"Oh shit!" she cursed under her breath.
She and the man, she decided because of the low gasp of surprise and because of his size, went flat against the same wall on either side of the doorframe.
"Look man," she called. "You picked the wrong room to rob. I'm a Federal Agent and I'm armed."
When there was no response she moved. Slowly making her way to the edge of the door she took a deep breath. She spun around the frame gun first, pointing it into the living area. He was there at the exact same time.
With speed she had never seen, he kicked the gun out of her hands and it landed somewhere on his side of the door. Without even thinking she dropped to the floor, supporting herself with her right hand and kicked him with her left leg, just above his ankles, knocking him off his feet. He fell backwards away from her.
They both jumped back to their feet at the same time. She moved for the attack first, flying a right hook straight at his head, but he caught it. He pulled her arm behind her and then up against his body.
He was wearing gloves. This wasn't just some random breaking and entering, she realized just before she grabbed his shoulder. She bent over and threw him over her back. He hit the ground hard. She turned and dove for her gun.
But he was fast. Faster than she was.
He was on her before she could even get close to the firearm. He peeled her off the ground as if he was trying not to hurt her. He flipped her around so she was facing him and then pushed her up against the wall.
Both their eyes widened.
It was him. The boy. Only, older, and in a different costume. But there wasn't a doubt in her mind, it was still him.
By the look on his face, he recognized her too. She had never thought in a million years that she would ever see him again. But here he was, and she was anything but disappointed.