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.
Special thanks to my best bud Kelly. Bean, I couldn't have finished this without you (no matter
what you say).
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Nightwing couldn't believe it. It had been almost a lifetime ago when he first met this girl. Only she
wasn't a girl anymore. She was a woman. He looked her up. A woman who wasn't wearing very
much clothing. But despite the attraction to her matured body, it was her eyes that captivated him.
They were still the same. And in those eyes she was asking for something. The same thing she
had been asking for all those years ago. She was asking for someone to save her. For him to
save her.
He had found her desirable all those years ago, and he had seen enough of her to know. For two
years she had been his Lois Lane. He kept tabs on her and was there in the shadows whenever
she needed him. He had even run into her once out of costume by accident, but not in Gotham.
No, she had never returned to the city where it had happened. It was some mall in Hartford,
Connecticut. It was totally by chance that he and Wally West were even in the city, and he had no
idea why she was there. But she was.
That was the last time he saw her. His only joy was knowing that, even though she didn't know
who he was, she had seen him as well. Although not the best first impression, considering what
Wally had done to him.
He couldn't help but smile remembering her face as their eyes met.
Now she was right in front of him, and she was smiling back, but it wasn't the same smile. He
realized what she was going to do only a fraction of a second before she did it. But it was too late,
he had no way to protect himself. She kneed him in the groin, and ran back into the bedroom.
It knocked the air out of him, but it wasn't as painful as it would have been without the costume.
He said a quick thanks to whoever invented Kevlar before running in after her.
Without effort he caught up with her and grabbed her by the shoulders. And without hesitation he
kissed her. At some point during the kiss, his brain began working again and he realized he had
no idea why he was doing this. As he pulled his lips away he left her breathless.
"Wha— … W-what …" she staggered through deep breaths. "What are you doing here?"
He shook his head, realizing he too was breathing heavily, and finally answered. "I don't know."
She tried to move forward, or sideways, or any way away from him, but his grip on her shoulders
was firm. He pressed her against the wall, holding her there.
"Then what do you know?" she asked realizing there was no way she would be able to overpower
him physically.
"All I know … is that I wanna kiss you again."
She didn't speak right away, simply started at him. Blinked, then frowned, as if trying to
understand what he had just said. "Then why don't you?" she asked like the answer had been so
simple.
He ran his left hand up the inside of her nightshirt, stopping just short of her bare breast. Her eyes
dilated as she shivered. If he could have had anything he would have the feel of her soft pale skin
underneath his hands. He grazed her face with his other gloved hand and she closed her eyes in
his touch. He leaned closer and brushed his lips across hers, not kissing her yet.
He pulled back when she whimpered. But looking at her face, he knew she wasn't being impatient
or anxious.
"But you're just a boy," she said not opening her eyes.
No, she was looking for a reason not to want what she was wanting.
"No," he whispered. "I was a boy."
This time she kissed him, and with a confidence he was to say the least, surprised at. She pulled
away after quiet some time. They stared at each other, her into his starlite lenses and he into her
green eyes.
"I can't do this standing up," she gasped through deep breaths.
He smirked, "Actually …"
"Shut up." And she attacked his mouth. Her tongue explored his mouth, dominating the kiss. "The
bed. Now."
* * *
Special Author's Note: for those of you that have read this, you will realize that this is an unfinished
chapter, but if you haven't and you wish to see the chapter in it's entirety, you will need to go my
website and see it because of it's NC-17 rating. But if you are not of age, or don't wish to view NC-
17 rated writings, just continue to the next chapter, you won't be missing all that much.
Copy and paste for the rest of Chapter 6:
www.angelfire.com/or2/destinysobsessions/Stories/enough--chapter6--part2w.htm
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.
Special thanks to my best bud Kelly. Bean, I couldn't have finished this without you (no matter
what you say).
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Nightwing couldn't believe it. It had been almost a lifetime ago when he first met this girl. Only she
wasn't a girl anymore. She was a woman. He looked her up. A woman who wasn't wearing very
much clothing. But despite the attraction to her matured body, it was her eyes that captivated him.
They were still the same. And in those eyes she was asking for something. The same thing she
had been asking for all those years ago. She was asking for someone to save her. For him to
save her.
He had found her desirable all those years ago, and he had seen enough of her to know. For two
years she had been his Lois Lane. He kept tabs on her and was there in the shadows whenever
she needed him. He had even run into her once out of costume by accident, but not in Gotham.
No, she had never returned to the city where it had happened. It was some mall in Hartford,
Connecticut. It was totally by chance that he and Wally West were even in the city, and he had no
idea why she was there. But she was.
That was the last time he saw her. His only joy was knowing that, even though she didn't know
who he was, she had seen him as well. Although not the best first impression, considering what
Wally had done to him.
He couldn't help but smile remembering her face as their eyes met.
Now she was right in front of him, and she was smiling back, but it wasn't the same smile. He
realized what she was going to do only a fraction of a second before she did it. But it was too late,
he had no way to protect himself. She kneed him in the groin, and ran back into the bedroom.
It knocked the air out of him, but it wasn't as painful as it would have been without the costume.
He said a quick thanks to whoever invented Kevlar before running in after her.
Without effort he caught up with her and grabbed her by the shoulders. And without hesitation he
kissed her. At some point during the kiss, his brain began working again and he realized he had
no idea why he was doing this. As he pulled his lips away he left her breathless.
"Wha— … W-what …" she staggered through deep breaths. "What are you doing here?"
He shook his head, realizing he too was breathing heavily, and finally answered. "I don't know."
She tried to move forward, or sideways, or any way away from him, but his grip on her shoulders
was firm. He pressed her against the wall, holding her there.
"Then what do you know?" she asked realizing there was no way she would be able to overpower
him physically.
"All I know … is that I wanna kiss you again."
She didn't speak right away, simply started at him. Blinked, then frowned, as if trying to
understand what he had just said. "Then why don't you?" she asked like the answer had been so
simple.
He ran his left hand up the inside of her nightshirt, stopping just short of her bare breast. Her eyes
dilated as she shivered. If he could have had anything he would have the feel of her soft pale skin
underneath his hands. He grazed her face with his other gloved hand and she closed her eyes in
his touch. He leaned closer and brushed his lips across hers, not kissing her yet.
He pulled back when she whimpered. But looking at her face, he knew she wasn't being impatient
or anxious.
"But you're just a boy," she said not opening her eyes.
No, she was looking for a reason not to want what she was wanting.
"No," he whispered. "I was a boy."
This time she kissed him, and with a confidence he was to say the least, surprised at. She pulled
away after quiet some time. They stared at each other, her into his starlite lenses and he into her
green eyes.
"I can't do this standing up," she gasped through deep breaths.
He smirked, "Actually …"
"Shut up." And she attacked his mouth. Her tongue explored his mouth, dominating the kiss. "The
bed. Now."
* * *
Special Author's Note: for those of you that have read this, you will realize that this is an unfinished
chapter, but if you haven't and you wish to see the chapter in it's entirety, you will need to go my
website and see it because of it's NC-17 rating. But if you are not of age, or don't wish to view NC-
17 rated writings, just continue to the next chapter, you won't be missing all that much.
Copy and paste for the rest of Chapter 6:
www.angelfire.com/or2/destinysobsessions/Stories/enough--chapter6--part2w.htm