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, James Ewing, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: After NML and before Bruce Wayne Murder?
I hate getting sick!!! I swear, the only good thing is that with all my bed-riddenness I have a great opportunity to write. So I hope you like my NyQuil induced piece of writing.
And a thanks to Bishopx for the review!! No sir, you rock! (and if you haven't heard that Papa Murphy's commercial that won't be funny)
Oh, and a comic side note ... Babs is seriously pissing me off!!! She's not on my happy list right now. If you're wondering what on earth I'm talking about, go check out BoP 60 and Nightwing 86.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
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"Tim! Tim!" The voice floated through Timothy Drake's halfway open bedroom door. The teen rolled over grumbling.
"What?" he croaked out.
"Tim!" the voice yelled again, and this time he recognized it as his step- mom, Dana. "Steph's here!"
A half second later, his bedroom door flew open and a blonde bounded in, landing on Tim's bed.
"Good morning!" She was way too chipper.
Tim threw the blanket over his head. "Steph, too early," Tim grumbled from underneath the covers.
Stephanie Brown pulled the blanket off of the black haired boy. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she poked him until he sat up.
"Okay, okay. What is so important that you had to wake me up at ..." Tim glanced at the clock. "Eleven fourty-five?" He sighed. "I really need to go to bed earlier."
Stephanie shook her head ignoring Tim. "I think we should take a trip to Blüdhaven."
"Blüdhaven?" Tim blinked a few times, trying to calm his messy hair. "No offense, Steph, but Blüdhaven isn't the ideal vacation spot."
She shot him a look of dumbfounded obviousness. "I was thinking less Timothy Drake and Stephanie Brown, and more Robin and Spoiler," she whispered.
"Oh," he said, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Why?"
"Well, two nights ago there was a big fire fight between a couple of gangs."
"Yeah, I know. I was there." He threw off the covers and climbed out of his bed. Steph took an appreciative glance at the boy in his boxers just before he threw on a robe.
Pulling her legs up underneath her, she turned to get a better look at her boyfriend. "Ok, but did you know that one of gangs was from the 'Haven? And they were fighting over territory?"
Tim's face told Steph he didn't know. "Over territory for what?" he asked.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but word has it, drugs. And one of Freddy Minh's girls was seen at a big party last night."
Tim frowned, lowering himself into his desk chair. "Freddy Minh is dead."
"Dead?"
"His wife killed him, a few years ago."
"All right. Is there some kind of Bat-news letter that I forgot to subscribe to?"
"Sorry Steph, I thought you knew. Madame Minh now runs the show."
"A woman drug lord, cool."
Tim frowned and tilted his head. "Cool?"
Steph just shrugged. "Yeah well, I still think it might be something to look into. So do you think we could find a place to crash in the 'Haven?"
"Yeah no problem. Now the question is, will we get the ok?"
"You worried Batman won't let you?"
"Batman?" Tim shook his head. "No. He won't have a problem with it. I just don't think 'can I go spend a weekend in the most crime ridden city with my girlfriend so we can bust a drug lord' is gonna be a good way to start a conversation with Dad and Dana."
Stephanie laughed. "Do me a favor? When you ask, don't mention my name. They still like me."
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, James Ewing, Carmella and Sammy, along with the story, though, are mine. Read but do not hurt.
Timeline: After NML and before Bruce Wayne Murder?
I hate getting sick!!! I swear, the only good thing is that with all my bed-riddenness I have a great opportunity to write. So I hope you like my NyQuil induced piece of writing.
And a thanks to Bishopx for the review!! No sir, you rock! (and if you haven't heard that Papa Murphy's commercial that won't be funny)
Oh, and a comic side note ... Babs is seriously pissing me off!!! She's not on my happy list right now. If you're wondering what on earth I'm talking about, go check out BoP 60 and Nightwing 86.
Anyway, enough of that mumbo jumbo crap, I hope you like! And please review!!!
* * *
"Tim! Tim!" The voice floated through Timothy Drake's halfway open bedroom door. The teen rolled over grumbling.
"What?" he croaked out.
"Tim!" the voice yelled again, and this time he recognized it as his step- mom, Dana. "Steph's here!"
A half second later, his bedroom door flew open and a blonde bounded in, landing on Tim's bed.
"Good morning!" She was way too chipper.
Tim threw the blanket over his head. "Steph, too early," Tim grumbled from underneath the covers.
Stephanie Brown pulled the blanket off of the black haired boy. With a quick kiss on the cheek, she poked him until he sat up.
"Okay, okay. What is so important that you had to wake me up at ..." Tim glanced at the clock. "Eleven fourty-five?" He sighed. "I really need to go to bed earlier."
Stephanie shook her head ignoring Tim. "I think we should take a trip to Blüdhaven."
"Blüdhaven?" Tim blinked a few times, trying to calm his messy hair. "No offense, Steph, but Blüdhaven isn't the ideal vacation spot."
She shot him a look of dumbfounded obviousness. "I was thinking less Timothy Drake and Stephanie Brown, and more Robin and Spoiler," she whispered.
"Oh," he said, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Why?"
"Well, two nights ago there was a big fire fight between a couple of gangs."
"Yeah, I know. I was there." He threw off the covers and climbed out of his bed. Steph took an appreciative glance at the boy in his boxers just before he threw on a robe.
Pulling her legs up underneath her, she turned to get a better look at her boyfriend. "Ok, but did you know that one of gangs was from the 'Haven? And they were fighting over territory?"
Tim's face told Steph he didn't know. "Over territory for what?" he asked.
"I'm not a hundred percent sure, but word has it, drugs. And one of Freddy Minh's girls was seen at a big party last night."
Tim frowned, lowering himself into his desk chair. "Freddy Minh is dead."
"Dead?"
"His wife killed him, a few years ago."
"All right. Is there some kind of Bat-news letter that I forgot to subscribe to?"
"Sorry Steph, I thought you knew. Madame Minh now runs the show."
"A woman drug lord, cool."
Tim frowned and tilted his head. "Cool?"
Steph just shrugged. "Yeah well, I still think it might be something to look into. So do you think we could find a place to crash in the 'Haven?"
"Yeah no problem. Now the question is, will we get the ok?"
"You worried Batman won't let you?"
"Batman?" Tim shook his head. "No. He won't have a problem with it. I just don't think 'can I go spend a weekend in the most crime ridden city with my girlfriend so we can bust a drug lord' is gonna be a good way to start a conversation with Dad and Dana."
Stephanie laughed. "Do me a favor? When you ask, don't mention my name. They still like me."