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, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Ok, anyone who has read the comics realizes that I've totally screwed over the timeline, having Sasha and Gordon at the same time. But I'm writing this story, so I'm gonna do whatever I damn well please. Soooooo, I'm going to say that it is after NML and before Bruce Wayne Murder? but it's all kind of a jumble of different aspects I wanted, like Gordon still as commish, and Sasha around knowing that Bruce is Bats, (and wow this explanation just got really long, I'm sorry). So yeah, so in a nutshell I screwed with the timeline and I don't really care, so there.
Bla bla bla bla bla. Yeah, so I'm pretty sure incongruencies isn't a word, but congruencies and incongruent are so why isn't incongruencies?!?! The English language is so stupid!! So I'm rebelling, and using it anyway.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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Oracle ran her hands through her red hair, pulling at the roots. It was so frustrating. She was supposed to have all the answers. She was supposed to be the all-knowing Oracle.
"Ok, read me the MRA number one more time." She peeled her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Barbara could hear the blonde sigh. Black Canary was getting sick of this. Oracle knew it was a waste of Canary's talents, but they needed the information.
"AR604101F3394H," Dinah Lance's voice droned, completely monotone.
Oracle sighed noisily. "Oh, Dinah, this doesn't make sense. Are you sure it's the same stuff?"
"Positive."
"Ok," Oracle finally said, repositioning her glasses on her face. "See if you can get me a sample. I guess I'll have to run some tests."
"Okay. Canary out." And the line fell silent.
Oracle groaned and spun her chair around to face a 32' monitor with a black and white map of Gotham. After punching in a few codes, the screen quickly changed to a grid map of Blüdhaven, then to Metropolis.
"C13, F5," Oracle spoke out loud. The computer recognized the voice command and displayed a bright orange dot in the grid square she specified. Oracle sighed, then spoke again. "Display all records. Window: best fit."
The screen flashed again, this time displaying a smaller scale. The orange dots were found as far north as New York City, east, Baltimore, and now, as far south as Metropolis.
Twenty-seven reported accounts of unexplained deaths, all with the same chemical traces found in the bloodstream. Unfortunately, the chemical was never around long enough for anyone to do any tests on it. Somehow, within a day of being turned over to the morgue, the bodies of the victims disappeared.
Oracle peeled her eyes off of the screen and stretched her neck muscles. She cringed when she heard her spine crack a number of times.
Dinah had better come up with something, she thought to herself. I don't know how many more late nights my body can take.
With that thought, she grabbed her half drunken can of Mountain Dew and took a big drink.
Creeping in as silently as he could, Nightwing smiled at the red head gulping the can of Mountain Dew.
"I think I might have a lead."
Oracle almost spit out her mouthful of pop at Nightwing's sudden presence. "My gosh!" she finally gasped after swallowing. "If you're gonna sneak past all of my systems, at least knock."
He couldn't help the smile that found its way across his features. "Knocking sort of defeats the purpose of sneaking in."
She shot him and unimpressed glare. "You said you had a lead?"
Nightwing flashed her his pearly whites before grabbing a chair. He flipped it around and sat backwards. "There's some kind of connection between Two-Face and the Los Diablos. I'm not exactly sure what it is. I want to talk to the girl. Tonight."
"No." The rumble of the Batman's voice held so much more power than his actual words.
Oracle threw her hands up in defeat. "Oh, I give up!" Oracle cried over exasperated. "I need new equipment," she mumbled rolling her chair to her security systems.
Ignoring the red head, Nightwing turned back to Batman. "I'm serious, where's the girl?"
"She's safe," was Batman's concise reply.
"There's a connection between her and Two-Face. We need to talk to her."
"She'll talk when she's ready."
"This could be the break that we're looking for. She must have seen something that will pin Two-Face to the murder. We need to ask her."
"I said," Batman spoke clearly through clenched teeth, "she'll talk when she's ready.
Nightwing narrowed his eyes as he circled his mentor. "You don't think it's Two-Face, do you?"
"It's not his style. If it was him, there'd be bullet holes."
Nightwing sighed. "What is it about the girl that you're worried about?"
Batman refused to answer him. The only thing Nightwing could do was stare at him. He was taking this way too personally, and Nightwing didn't know if it was because of the girl, or Harvey.
Wihtout another word, the Batman was climbing out of the window. He paused just before lifting his leg to the windowsill.
His voice was suddenly softer. "Keep in touch with the agent."
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, Agent Hicks, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: Ok, anyone who has read the comics realizes that I've totally screwed over the timeline, having Sasha and Gordon at the same time. But I'm writing this story, so I'm gonna do whatever I damn well please. Soooooo, I'm going to say that it is after NML and before Bruce Wayne Murder? but it's all kind of a jumble of different aspects I wanted, like Gordon still as commish, and Sasha around knowing that Bruce is Bats, (and wow this explanation just got really long, I'm sorry). So yeah, so in a nutshell I screwed with the timeline and I don't really care, so there.
Bla bla bla bla bla. Yeah, so I'm pretty sure incongruencies isn't a word, but congruencies and incongruent are so why isn't incongruencies?!?! The English language is so stupid!! So I'm rebelling, and using it anyway.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
Oracle ran her hands through her red hair, pulling at the roots. It was so frustrating. She was supposed to have all the answers. She was supposed to be the all-knowing Oracle.
"Ok, read me the MRA number one more time." She peeled her glasses off and rubbed the bridge of her nose.
Barbara could hear the blonde sigh. Black Canary was getting sick of this. Oracle knew it was a waste of Canary's talents, but they needed the information.
"AR604101F3394H," Dinah Lance's voice droned, completely monotone.
Oracle sighed noisily. "Oh, Dinah, this doesn't make sense. Are you sure it's the same stuff?"
"Positive."
"Ok," Oracle finally said, repositioning her glasses on her face. "See if you can get me a sample. I guess I'll have to run some tests."
"Okay. Canary out." And the line fell silent.
Oracle groaned and spun her chair around to face a 32' monitor with a black and white map of Gotham. After punching in a few codes, the screen quickly changed to a grid map of Blüdhaven, then to Metropolis.
"C13, F5," Oracle spoke out loud. The computer recognized the voice command and displayed a bright orange dot in the grid square she specified. Oracle sighed, then spoke again. "Display all records. Window: best fit."
The screen flashed again, this time displaying a smaller scale. The orange dots were found as far north as New York City, east, Baltimore, and now, as far south as Metropolis.
Twenty-seven reported accounts of unexplained deaths, all with the same chemical traces found in the bloodstream. Unfortunately, the chemical was never around long enough for anyone to do any tests on it. Somehow, within a day of being turned over to the morgue, the bodies of the victims disappeared.
Oracle peeled her eyes off of the screen and stretched her neck muscles. She cringed when she heard her spine crack a number of times.
Dinah had better come up with something, she thought to herself. I don't know how many more late nights my body can take.
With that thought, she grabbed her half drunken can of Mountain Dew and took a big drink.
Creeping in as silently as he could, Nightwing smiled at the red head gulping the can of Mountain Dew.
"I think I might have a lead."
Oracle almost spit out her mouthful of pop at Nightwing's sudden presence. "My gosh!" she finally gasped after swallowing. "If you're gonna sneak past all of my systems, at least knock."
He couldn't help the smile that found its way across his features. "Knocking sort of defeats the purpose of sneaking in."
She shot him and unimpressed glare. "You said you had a lead?"
Nightwing flashed her his pearly whites before grabbing a chair. He flipped it around and sat backwards. "There's some kind of connection between Two-Face and the Los Diablos. I'm not exactly sure what it is. I want to talk to the girl. Tonight."
"No." The rumble of the Batman's voice held so much more power than his actual words.
Oracle threw her hands up in defeat. "Oh, I give up!" Oracle cried over exasperated. "I need new equipment," she mumbled rolling her chair to her security systems.
Ignoring the red head, Nightwing turned back to Batman. "I'm serious, where's the girl?"
"She's safe," was Batman's concise reply.
"There's a connection between her and Two-Face. We need to talk to her."
"She'll talk when she's ready."
"This could be the break that we're looking for. She must have seen something that will pin Two-Face to the murder. We need to ask her."
"I said," Batman spoke clearly through clenched teeth, "she'll talk when she's ready.
Nightwing narrowed his eyes as he circled his mentor. "You don't think it's Two-Face, do you?"
"It's not his style. If it was him, there'd be bullet holes."
Nightwing sighed. "What is it about the girl that you're worried about?"
Batman refused to answer him. The only thing Nightwing could do was stare at him. He was taking this way too personally, and Nightwing didn't know if it was because of the girl, or Harvey.
Wihtout another word, the Batman was climbing out of the window. He paused just before lifting his leg to the windowsill.
His voice was suddenly softer. "Keep in touch with the agent."