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.
Okay, not really sure if I like this chapter, it took a lot to get it out, which was weird because most of my chapters just come, and this one really didn't. So, sorry if it really is bad.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Oracle sat looking at the two pictures on her monitor. Special Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Elizabeth Monroe Thomas and third generation Latino gang leader Samuel Dominique Ricco. She took another sip of the Jolt Robin had left in her fridge and ran her fingers through her red hair. She glanced over at the digital clock on the desk.
Come on Dick, she thought. I have to be at GCPD at eight. That's in four hours.
As if he could read her thoughts his voice came over the radio. "Whadaya need?"
"Those files in your hands, right now."
"How did you .?"
She smiled. It had actually been a guess that he had even gotten the files, but it was worth her looking foolish for the chance to get the reaction she got.
"I'm psychic." There was a soft laugh on the other end. "But I do need the information in those files."
"Alright, be there in ten." Then there was silence. Barbara Gordon sighed and removed her glasses. With her palms in her eyes, she tried to fight the effects of fatigue, but she knew from years of sleepless nights that is was impossible.
Her arms were even sore, although not as sore as they got on her nights as Batgirl. Oh those were the days. She rolled herself away from her many monitors, and into her apartment. Her couch was already occupied.
Cassandra Kane.
Barbara lightly touched the sleeping girl's forehead, moving her black hair out of her face. She couldn't help but think of how much younger Cassandra was than herself when she donned the cape and cowl. This girl was seventeen and had gone through so much more than Barbara had. She put her hands on her own thighs.
But Cassandra could walk. Could fly through the air. Could have that feeling just before the grapnel went taut. She almost felt jealousy for a moment. She shook her head and went into the kitchen.
"Hey Babs," a boy's voice floated softly into the kitchen. "You're out of soap in the bathroom."
She turned to Robin and sighed, one more thing to worry about. "Thanks."
"No prob." He jumped up on one of the counters, swinging his legs. "I think I'm gonna call it a night, if that's ok with you." Barbara nodded her head. "And I'll come back over right after my classes. Black Canary'll be back in town by then, right?"
"Yeah, she should be. But we're going to need a more sophisticated lab than I have here."
"Check, and double check. The labs in the cave are top notch. I can run any kind of test you want. I'll pick the stuff up tomorrow and head over there." He jumped off the counter, landing on the ground silently.
Barbara smiled. "So tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, Tim. Thanks for your help tonight. I owe you one."
"Nah. It was enough to know that when the all powerful 'Oracle' needs help cracking some code, that she calls me." He gave her a big toothy grin. Classic Robin, no matter who's behind the mask. "Okay, well I guess I'll see ya tomorrow." He began to leave but stopped. "And hey, get some sleep, k?"
She waited for a moment, knowing that she wouldn't be getting any sleep at all, but she also knew that if she didn't agree with the Boy Wonder, he would never leave. "Okay."
Almost as soon as Robin left, Nightwing showed up.
"Hey Elder Boy Wonder."
Nightwing smiled at the endearment. She had called him that more times than he could count. But each time it brought him back to when they stood side by side. He mentally shook himself wanting desperately to forget what she lost, what they lost.
He plopped the files on her dining room table. "Just as promised."
Barbara had suddenly gone into full Oracle mode. She rolled her way to the table and opened the first file. Nightwing watched as her eyes covered the words, taking everything in. She flipped through a number of pages before she was finally caught off guard. She yawned, even though she didn't want to.
"Alright," Nightwing said and took the files from her.
"Hey!" she growled.
"Hey nothing. You need to get some sleep. There's nothing in those files that won't be there in the morning."
"But I'm not tired," she lied.
"Yes, you are. Now get your butt into bed. That's an order."
"Since when do I take orders from you?"
His resolve didn't wave. "Either you roll your self into your room and go to bed, or I'm going to carry you there. And believe me, the second option isn't as romantic as it sounds."
She shot him a dirty look. But she honestly didn't have the strength to argue with him at the moment.
"I don't have to be back in Blüdhaven until Saturday, so I won't be leaving until late Friday night."
"Good. I'll be using you before then," she said over her shoulder as she made her way toward her bedroom. "I want you to help Robin tomorrow. I'll have him get a hold of you." She said her last words just seconds before she closed her bedroom door.
Nightwing smiled, he had gotten his way. He straightened up all the papers on the table and left them, making his way into the living area. He sat down on the couch.
"Did everything go okay tonight?"
Cassandra, who Nightwing figured had been awake since he arrived, was sitting on the couch with a blanket over her lap. She nodded.
The silence set in as they sat on the couch together. Finally Cassandra spoke, and it was the last thing in the world that Nightwing had expected her to say.
"You will have to tell her. About tonight."
He shook his head in confusion. "About tonight?"
"The woman. The agent. You will have to tell Oracle about her. Eventually."
"But how did you-?" This had been the third time that night that a woman had surprised him. But Cassandra just smiled.
"Sleep."
Nightwing wasn't sure whether or not she was telling him to sleep, or letting him know that she wanted to sleep, but either way, he knew it was time for him to call it a night. He stood, giving the couch back to Cassandra.
He turned and nodded to the young girl. "Alright. I'll see you later."
"Goodnight, Nightwing." She pulled her blanket up across her shoulders.
He smiled. "Goodnight, Batgirl."
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.
Okay, not really sure if I like this chapter, it took a lot to get it out, which was weird because most of my chapters just come, and this one really didn't. So, sorry if it really is bad.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Oracle sat looking at the two pictures on her monitor. Special Agent of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, Elizabeth Monroe Thomas and third generation Latino gang leader Samuel Dominique Ricco. She took another sip of the Jolt Robin had left in her fridge and ran her fingers through her red hair. She glanced over at the digital clock on the desk.
Come on Dick, she thought. I have to be at GCPD at eight. That's in four hours.
As if he could read her thoughts his voice came over the radio. "Whadaya need?"
"Those files in your hands, right now."
"How did you .?"
She smiled. It had actually been a guess that he had even gotten the files, but it was worth her looking foolish for the chance to get the reaction she got.
"I'm psychic." There was a soft laugh on the other end. "But I do need the information in those files."
"Alright, be there in ten." Then there was silence. Barbara Gordon sighed and removed her glasses. With her palms in her eyes, she tried to fight the effects of fatigue, but she knew from years of sleepless nights that is was impossible.
Her arms were even sore, although not as sore as they got on her nights as Batgirl. Oh those were the days. She rolled herself away from her many monitors, and into her apartment. Her couch was already occupied.
Cassandra Kane.
Barbara lightly touched the sleeping girl's forehead, moving her black hair out of her face. She couldn't help but think of how much younger Cassandra was than herself when she donned the cape and cowl. This girl was seventeen and had gone through so much more than Barbara had. She put her hands on her own thighs.
But Cassandra could walk. Could fly through the air. Could have that feeling just before the grapnel went taut. She almost felt jealousy for a moment. She shook her head and went into the kitchen.
"Hey Babs," a boy's voice floated softly into the kitchen. "You're out of soap in the bathroom."
She turned to Robin and sighed, one more thing to worry about. "Thanks."
"No prob." He jumped up on one of the counters, swinging his legs. "I think I'm gonna call it a night, if that's ok with you." Barbara nodded her head. "And I'll come back over right after my classes. Black Canary'll be back in town by then, right?"
"Yeah, she should be. But we're going to need a more sophisticated lab than I have here."
"Check, and double check. The labs in the cave are top notch. I can run any kind of test you want. I'll pick the stuff up tomorrow and head over there." He jumped off the counter, landing on the ground silently.
Barbara smiled. "So tomorrow?"
"Yeah."
"Hey, Tim. Thanks for your help tonight. I owe you one."
"Nah. It was enough to know that when the all powerful 'Oracle' needs help cracking some code, that she calls me." He gave her a big toothy grin. Classic Robin, no matter who's behind the mask. "Okay, well I guess I'll see ya tomorrow." He began to leave but stopped. "And hey, get some sleep, k?"
She waited for a moment, knowing that she wouldn't be getting any sleep at all, but she also knew that if she didn't agree with the Boy Wonder, he would never leave. "Okay."
Almost as soon as Robin left, Nightwing showed up.
"Hey Elder Boy Wonder."
Nightwing smiled at the endearment. She had called him that more times than he could count. But each time it brought him back to when they stood side by side. He mentally shook himself wanting desperately to forget what she lost, what they lost.
He plopped the files on her dining room table. "Just as promised."
Barbara had suddenly gone into full Oracle mode. She rolled her way to the table and opened the first file. Nightwing watched as her eyes covered the words, taking everything in. She flipped through a number of pages before she was finally caught off guard. She yawned, even though she didn't want to.
"Alright," Nightwing said and took the files from her.
"Hey!" she growled.
"Hey nothing. You need to get some sleep. There's nothing in those files that won't be there in the morning."
"But I'm not tired," she lied.
"Yes, you are. Now get your butt into bed. That's an order."
"Since when do I take orders from you?"
His resolve didn't wave. "Either you roll your self into your room and go to bed, or I'm going to carry you there. And believe me, the second option isn't as romantic as it sounds."
She shot him a dirty look. But she honestly didn't have the strength to argue with him at the moment.
"I don't have to be back in Blüdhaven until Saturday, so I won't be leaving until late Friday night."
"Good. I'll be using you before then," she said over her shoulder as she made her way toward her bedroom. "I want you to help Robin tomorrow. I'll have him get a hold of you." She said her last words just seconds before she closed her bedroom door.
Nightwing smiled, he had gotten his way. He straightened up all the papers on the table and left them, making his way into the living area. He sat down on the couch.
"Did everything go okay tonight?"
Cassandra, who Nightwing figured had been awake since he arrived, was sitting on the couch with a blanket over her lap. She nodded.
The silence set in as they sat on the couch together. Finally Cassandra spoke, and it was the last thing in the world that Nightwing had expected her to say.
"You will have to tell her. About tonight."
He shook his head in confusion. "About tonight?"
"The woman. The agent. You will have to tell Oracle about her. Eventually."
"But how did you-?" This had been the third time that night that a woman had surprised him. But Cassandra just smiled.
"Sleep."
Nightwing wasn't sure whether or not she was telling him to sleep, or letting him know that she wanted to sleep, but either way, he knew it was time for him to call it a night. He stood, giving the couch back to Cassandra.
He turned and nodded to the young girl. "Alright. I'll see you later."
"Goodnight, Nightwing." She pulled her blanket up across her shoulders.
He smiled. "Goodnight, Batgirl."