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Regrets I

Regret was something everyone held within themselves. From regretting breaking up with your lover. To regretting not trusting the people you're close to. For Rachel 'Dixie' Grayson, her whole life was full of regrets.

Opening her eyes, Dixie felt her eyes prickling as she remembered the events from the last months. She got up and just stared at the wall, thinking of all the possibilities that may have happened. She just walked over to her empty living room and sat down. Pulling her legs close to her chest as she cried once again.

'Oh no.' Dixie thought as she finally heard of the news of Bruce disappearing. She knew how Gotham would fight back to get her Bat back. She knew if she donned the Bat-suit, Gotham herself will go beyond creating havoc. Dixie then wore her Nightwing suit and order Tim to go to Young Justice and for Damian to stay out. "Wait- Where are you going?!" Tim asked when she stocked her belt and grabbed her new grappling hook. "I'm going to visit old friends and make a few deals." "DEALS!? Grayson wha- GRAYSON!" Damian yelled out as she mounted her motorcycle. But before she left, she heard Damian call out, "DIXIE!"

She rode her cycle for a few miles before sharply turning in an alley. She then hid it inside a safe house of someone she knows. "Bold of you to park your motorcycle inside MY safe house." She didn't have to turn around to face the person. "Jason- no… Red Hood." She then turned around to see her little brother. Big, strong, lean and tall. She looked away as the regrets started to rise to her throat. Ready to burst, to tell her brother of what she felt and regret. "What?" His voice was grave and annoyed. "Gotham wants her Bat back." She phrased it wrong as she was suddenly held up by her throat by Red Hood. "Are you implying that I'd take up the mantle!?" Red Hood said as Dixie felt her breath shortening and her voice squeaking. She shook her head, "No, came to tell you tha- AH!" She was immediately thrown back to the ground, coughing the pain away and gasping for air. "THEN WHAT?! What the hell did you come here for then?! Why are you here?! WHY DID-." Dixie couldn't take it anymore, "I came here to tell you that I will take up the mantle! I came here to tell you that-… That…" Dixie trailed off and just stood up looking at Red Hood's covered eyes. She broke off the intense atmosphere around them, knowing if Red Hood knew, another problem would start. But if she didn't tell him another problem will start.

She just turned, her back facing her brother. "Do whatever you want with Cycle. Break it, use it, sell it, I don't care. I only came here to tell you what happened." She then proceeded to use her grappling hook to get up the building. Ignoring her feelings, she knew karma's a bitch. Nightwing then ran and jumped from building to building, disappearing within the shadows. Looking around, she jumped between a tight alleyway and ran. Disappearing once again to the shadows within reach. It wasn't long before she arrived in the sewer, inside the base, inside the Talon Headquarters.

"Grandfather." She greeted, taking off her mask. "Ah, my sweet granddaughter!" An immortal man stood up from his study table donned in a Talon suit and mask. He trudged his way over to Dixie. Giving her a big hug, he took off his mask. "How is my sweet Owlet?" Smiling sadly, she shook her head. "I need your help, the shadows' help, and the Talon's help." His eyes widened; panic found its way to his system. "Why did something happen?" She nodded. "Grandfather," she said, kneeling down on one knee. "I came to uphold the deal of being the Gray Son."

She curled up as the tears fell down the corner of her eyes. She finally upheld the deal, the prophecy of her grandfather. She upheld the thing that may take away her sanity. She upheld the legacy of being a flying Grayson. She silently sobbed, remembering the mission of death. The faces of the targets and the feelings she could not flee from.

It's been months since Dixie finally succeeded in being Batman. Months since she upheld the prophecy and months since she made Damian her Robin. She quickly sent Robin back to the cave as her communicator lit up. Indicating that there were new updates from Light. She called Alfred, "I'm sending Robin back." Then she ended it without hearing the response of her grandfather-figure. Regret seeped into her veins when she heard the faint response when she began to scurry away from the connection.

She ran and ran and ran, making her way discretely to the Bludhaven warehouse she claimed. She dropped down from the highest building to the lowest alley. From the brightest view to the darkest sewer. With the help of the shadows, she changed from Batman to Nightwing in an instant. Arriving at her destination, she found her lover and her best friend. "Artemis, Kaldur." She whispered, darting towards the duo who came out of a ship. Hugging them with a heavy heart, she reluctantly broke it. "How are you two?" she asked worriedly making them laugh. "You and your motherly instincts," Artemis commented, "I missed it.", while Kaldur gave a chaste kiss on Nightwing's lips. They quickly got into the business, quickly updating them of what was going on. It went on for a few minutes, "Deathstroke is the newest partner." Artemis broke the news and the shivers ran down her spine. 'I knew it!' she thought as she bit her thumb. Thinking of all the possibilities that may have happened if she went undercover as well. Frustrated, she punched the nearest thing, which was the concrete wall. She shook her head, ignoring the concerned looks of her lover and best friend.

She sent them off, noticing them spend more time than usual. They were disinclined to leave but she reassured them that she was fine and sent them off after a few other updates. With a hug and a kiss on the cheek to Artemis and a quick makeout session with a certain Atlantean, she took off. Painstakingly, she took off in another route, sprinting faster than she could. She dodged obvious areas as she took off with the shadows once again.

She arrived at an old apartment block. Entering through the front doors, not bothering to do anything with security measures. She knew he was alerted of her presence within a 10-meter radius. She casually approaches the door at the end of the hallway. Taking a deep breath, she knocked three times. Light, faint and unheard but for Deathstroke, Slade Wilson, he heard it and opened the door to see Nightwing. He laughed whole-heartedly and stepped aside, bowing like a butler to catch Nightwing off guard. She quickly entered the safe house and took off her mask. "I came here to make a deal." She said, her voice heavy and tired. "Oh?" the unmasked Slade Wilson quirked a brow as Dixie Grayson's piercing light-blue eyes bore into his. "What kind of deal?" Slade asked, intrigued at the sudden appearance of a certain friend and foe.

"I know you partnered up with Light." She said.

"Yes. You're correct." He answered, "What about it?" They stared at each other, not backing down. She then breathed in and out. "This deal will never end unless you say so." That caught Slade off guard.

"The deal I want to layout to you is..." she hesitated, knowing how much this will affect her since serving the Court was already taking a toll on her. Add that to being Batman, the leader of idiotic prideful children, CEO of Wayne Co. and being Nightwing. 'If another deal is made, I'm going to need the electrum serum againn.' She crossed her arms with her right hand pressing on her forehead. With a deep breath, she said,

"You know about Kaldur and Artemis undercover." He quirked a brow again and laughed.

"I thought they really did betray you all, but I guess I was wrong." Dixie pinched the bridge of her nose as a migraine was starting to form. 'This is not going to go as plan' She opened her mouth, explaining the plan in so much detail. She explained the motive of Light, their motive and what would be the outcome.

"Please," she closed her eyes, "help us bring down Light." She said, not bothering to dodge the bullet that grazed her cheek. She was not the least surprised at the action. She didn't care when Slade managed to turn around and point a gun to Dixie's chin. Her face scrunching up in discomfort as the heated gun was pressed at under her face.

"What's in it for me?" He asked glaring at the woman right in front of him. Undecided whether right now, she was a friend or a foe.

"Anything."

"Oh?" He quirked a brow again. "Anything?"

"Anything."