Disclaimer: I own Nightfire the Darkmoon, and nothing else.
Author's Note: Finally, some clarification. We'll all learn a little something about Nightfire.
MistressoftheDragons: I'm glad you like it so far, but trust me; it'll get better as we go farther into Nightfire's past.
AtaivasKathryn: Hi Ataivas, you're the only one who voted, so you get the edge of my decisions. Ha, ha, now you can't kill me. BTW, I've noticed the telephone mites don't seem to work on anyone but us, too bad, eh?
Kathryn: Don't worry; I'm continuing it for sure, got a whole bunch of stuff in my notebook, so there you go.
I'm Serious: THAT was completely uncalled for.
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"Is that you're real name?" Robin asked.
"No my real name is Nightfire the Darkmoon," she said sarcastically.
"This is no time to be sarcastic," Robin said sternly.
"Sarcastic is my only flavor," she replied.
"What are your powers?"
"Figure it out yourself."
"I'm serious."
"Me too."
"Where do you come from?"
"My home."
"I'm serious."
"Me too."
"What species are you?"
"Figure it out yourself."
"I'm serious."
"Me too."
What's your crime record?"
"Figure it out yourself."
"I'm serious."
"Me too."
"Robin, this is going no where," Raven explained. "I think we should earn her trust before asking questions like that," she whispered into his ear.
"Nightfire, where have you been staying?"
"A hotel. I'll be going now," she said, making her way for the door.
Beast Boy immediately blocked her way.
"Dude! You can't leave now!" Beast Boy complained.
"Yeah! I wanna see what you can do!" Cyborg explained.
"If you want me to stay so bad, where do I sleep?" Nightfire asked.
"The coach should be comfortable enough," Raven coldly suggested.
Nightfire blinked a couple times and then responded, "Works for me!"
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"Ok, then. Everyone through the course once," Robin commanded.
(Everyone 'cept Nightfire pass through the course)
"Ready? Go!" Robin shouted.
Nightfire got a running start to the point where pillars started shooting out of the ground. Nightfire would mold into the shadow of one that was up, and continue switching off shadows as more and more pillars shot themselves out. When it was time for her to go over the ditch, she took a deep breath, circled herself with air, and just walked across. When it comes to any and all lasers, she brought the earth up and blocked them. And when it comes to the giant guillotines, she ducked under all of them, no sweat.
"Uh, great job Nightfire. One minute flat," Robin congratulated hesitantly.
"One minute! Aw, man, she beat my record," Cyborg moaned.
"I'm going inside, ok?" Nightfire said.
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Ugh, I got through all the stuff I really didn't want to do. Now is when my real plans start, so keep reading, even if it sucks now. Let's just say that next time, we learn more about Nightfire then some more powers and where she was living. A lot more. And Ataivas, I'm serious. Telephone mites really do only affect us.