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.
Just a little author's side note, because I mention her in this chapter, I would just like to express my views on the Huntress. She is an evil heinous bitch. And I hate her with the burning of a thousands suns. And I do NOT approve of Dick sleeping with her. I mean, come on, even Babs is better than her. Okay, my insane rant is over.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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"Nightwing."
One of the bodies in the bed moved, then sat straight up. For a moment Nightwing didn't know where he was. Or where the voice was coming from.
"Nightwing," the voice said again. This time he recognized it as the computerized voice of Oracle.
Then all at once, the night's events came back to him.
"Gimme just a second," he whispered.
"Okay," Oracle responded.
It wasn't the first time he had taken a woman to bed with no expectations for a future. But unlike Helena, he truly wished it didn't have to be a one-night stand. But he knew that would be too much to hope for.
He looked over at the sleeping woman in the bed next to him. Her curly brown hair draped across the white of her pillow. He held his hand out over her face. Dick, don't do it, he warned himself. Just leave. Dick, just leave. But a need from somewhere else kept nagging at him. He wanted to just touch her face, run his fingers across her brows.
He clenched his fists. No, he told himself finally, and turned away from her.
Dick you're an idiot, he chastised himself in his head. He climbed out of the bed finding his suit discarded on the floor. Quickly, he put it on. He sighed touching his face. At least his mask was still on.
He scanned the room, his eyes finally landing on what he was looking for. On a table across from the bed, there were two large file folders, one closed, the other open with papers strewn about. Nightwing ran his gloved fingers over the writing, reading quickly. The files were identical. The closed one was the original documents. The open one had to be copies. He grabbed the original file.
With one more glance at the unmoved figure in the bed, he made his way back through the living area and out the open window he had come in.
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.
Just a little author's side note, because I mention her in this chapter, I would just like to express my views on the Huntress. She is an evil heinous bitch. And I hate her with the burning of a thousands suns. And I do NOT approve of Dick sleeping with her. I mean, come on, even Babs is better than her. Okay, my insane rant is over.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
"Nightwing."
One of the bodies in the bed moved, then sat straight up. For a moment Nightwing didn't know where he was. Or where the voice was coming from.
"Nightwing," the voice said again. This time he recognized it as the computerized voice of Oracle.
Then all at once, the night's events came back to him.
"Gimme just a second," he whispered.
"Okay," Oracle responded.
It wasn't the first time he had taken a woman to bed with no expectations for a future. But unlike Helena, he truly wished it didn't have to be a one-night stand. But he knew that would be too much to hope for.
He looked over at the sleeping woman in the bed next to him. Her curly brown hair draped across the white of her pillow. He held his hand out over her face. Dick, don't do it, he warned himself. Just leave. Dick, just leave. But a need from somewhere else kept nagging at him. He wanted to just touch her face, run his fingers across her brows.
He clenched his fists. No, he told himself finally, and turned away from her.
Dick you're an idiot, he chastised himself in his head. He climbed out of the bed finding his suit discarded on the floor. Quickly, he put it on. He sighed touching his face. At least his mask was still on.
He scanned the room, his eyes finally landing on what he was looking for. On a table across from the bed, there were two large file folders, one closed, the other open with papers strewn about. Nightwing ran his gloved fingers over the writing, reading quickly. The files were identical. The closed one was the original documents. The open one had to be copies. He grabbed the original file.
With one more glance at the unmoved figure in the bed, he made his way back through the living area and out the open window he had come in.