Hello! so, this was inspired by a post I saw on tumblr. the person's name on the site was incorrect nancy drew posts. I'm just gonna call her Nancy. so Nancy, if you see this and want to be brought to attention for your wonderful idea, leave me like a pen name or something and I will make you known! btw, the friend the helped me on this is Iz Nightwing. I need to bring her to attention to ^_^

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Joe or Nightwing (or Frank)

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Joe's POV

Frank stared angrily after the black van as it sped down the street, then threw his hands into the air.

"Great! They got away. What do we do now?"

I grabbed my cell phone, staring down at the contact that read Nightwing. "I might be able to find us some help."

"Like what? Who are you going to get to help us?" Frank asked, looking at me intensely.

I gulped. "Uh… a friend." I pressed the contact quickly, then held my finger to my mouth. "Shhh. it's ringing."

"Hello?" A female voice said picking up the phone, "This is Oracle speaking."

"Hi," I said. "Its Joe Hardy. I need to speak to Nightwing."

"Hang on." I heard her yell over to someone and hand the phone off.

"Yo, what's up Joe?" Nightwing's voice said.

"Nightwing, Frank and I are in Columbus, Ohio, and we're chasing some criminals. They got away in a black van. Is there anyway you can help us out?" I crossed my fingers, hoping he would say yes.

"Sure. I don't have anything going on over here," he told me. "I'll be there in a few."

"Thanks, Nightwing. And remember, you can't mention that you know about-" I paused, checking to make sure Frank couldn't here me. "You know what."

"We made a deal. You don't tell about us, we don't tell about you. Won't say a thing."

"Cool. When will you be here?"

"Um, let's say maybe twenty minutes or less."

"Got it. See you soon!"

… (time skip)

I saw the light of the motorcycle pull up a few blocks away from where Frank and I were.

Frank noticed them to. "Is that this Nightwing person?"

"I think so. Let's just wait a little bit to see what happens."

Frank sighed. "I don't see what use he'll be to us, the bad guys are long gone by now." I thought I saw the person get off of the bike about twenty feet from us and walk our way.

"I really hope that's Nightwing, otherwise we're in trouble," Frank said, tensing up and preparing to run."

"Hey, Joe, you there?"

I sighed in relief. "We're here, Nightwing!" I waved.

"So, what's the case?"

"We came to Columbus to investigate a ring of illegal drug dealing, but the bad guys turned out to be way more dangerous than we thought. He took off in a black van about half an hour ago, and we need to catch up to him before he hurts anyone else," Frank explained. "Joe seems to think you can help."

"Can't be any worse than what I face back in Gotham."

"Gotham?"

"Yea, Gotham City. Crime capital of the world."

"Ok, whatever. How do you plan on helping us catch the bad guy?" Frank asked, crossing his arms.

"Same way I help Batman. Use my detective skills and awesome gadgets."

"We have detective skills and gadgets. Got anything else?"

"Acrobatics and escape artist."

Frank blinked. "Ok, that could be helpful. How do we find the guy?"

"What did you say this guy was driving?"

"A black van."

"Well, normally if we got a situation like that in Gotham or Bludhaven, it means that they are hiding out in a warehouse of some sort."

Frank looked thoughtful. "Good thinking. But they probably wouldn't choose one to close to where we are now. They might be just outside of town! Thanks for the help Nightwing. Come on Joe, let's get catch a bad guy." Nightwing didn't move and I didn't blame him. Frank blinked at him as we moved to jump on our bikes. "Uh… you can leave now."

"No way am I letting you two go after a dangerous criminal on your own. I'm coming with."

I sighed. "He's stubborn, Frank. It's not worth the argument. We may as well let him come."

Frank sighed. "Alright, fine. But be careful."

"You don't have to tell me. I grew up in Gotham City. I know what I'm doing."

"Ok, if you say so." Frank sounded dubious.

The three of us got on motorcycles, and rode out of Columbus. Sure enough, about a mile out of town, there was a old warehouse with the black van outside.

"See? What I tell you. Warehouse is always where they go."

"Yea yea," Frank muttered. "Lets just go in." he climbed off his bike, and pointed at a window. "Up there."

"I got this." Nightwing pulled something out and shot it at the window.

"What is that?" I asked him.

"It's a grappling hook."

"We don't want to alert them that we're here," Frank said. "Lets just climb through the window."

"This thing is quieter than a mouse. Trust me."

I spoke up before Frank could protest. "I'm game. You going first, Nightwing?"

"No. I want to be sure you boys get in safely. Frank, you first."

Frank looked at Nightwing suspiciously. "Why?"

"It's my job to make sure everyone stays safe."

"Alright, fine. How do I make this thing work?"

"Aim, fire, and pull to secure."

Frank blinked. "Um, ok…" he aimed the grappling hook at the window, fired, and pulled on it. Nightwing was right. The grappling hook didn't make a sound. We took turns climbing in. Nightwing landed on floor behind us silently.

"Alright, let's find this drug dealer of yours." We made our way to the back of the warehouse. We walked through a door into a room filled with cases of drugs and a few weapons.

"Well, we've got evidence now. One of these cases is bound to have Gavin's fingerprints on it," Frank said.

"So, should we call AT-" Frank elbowed me in the ribs, and I fell silent. I looked at Nightwing and he looked around like he wasn't listening to us and searching for clues instead.

"I'll call the police, and they can find the fingerprints and have Gavin arrested." Frank reached for his phone, then froze. We heard voices coming our way. "Hide!" Frank hissed. He shoved me behind one of the crates, then pressed up next to me. Nightwing climbed up on the rafters.

"Joe, don't say a word," Frank whispered to me.

I thought for a moment. "Fergalicious."

Frank scowled at me. "I said no words!"

I glared back. "Oh, I see. Two weeks ago playing Scrabble, it's not a word, and now suddenly it is a word because it's convenient for you."

Nightwing stared down at us from the rafters. "Both of you should pipe down before you get caught."

Frank scowled at him. I could tell he didn't like that we'd needed help on our mission. Before he could say anything, Gavin walked into the room, followed by another man with a briefcase of some sort.

"As you can see, your entire order is here. Hand over the money and we can take it out now," he said, walking past us. I looked at Frank, silently asking if we should jump him. He nodded slightly, and I tensed my legs, preparing to jump. I could feel Frank doing the same beside me. Together, we leaped up. I tackled Gavin, and Frank glared at the business man.

"Do you realize that this is illegal? You can get into huge trouble for this."

"What are a couple of little brats like you gonna do about it?" Gavin asked. He grabbed my arms and pinned me to the ground. I heard a thump and a grunt of pain, and saw Frank pinned under the businessman with his face squished into the ground.

I glared up at Gavin. "You're not going to get away with this! Our friends know where we are, and they have your name and face! You won't get out of this country without getting caught!"

"Ha! What friends?"

"A group of highly elite agents. We sent your name and picture to them before we came here."

"A bunch of teenagers like you brats won't be able to stop us."

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Nightwing's voice said from behind them. "I mean, I'm a teenager and I'm pretty sure I can beat you."

Gavin kept his grip on my arms, but looked over at him. He snorted. "Sure you can." Next thing we knew, Gavin and the businessman were on the floor, same position that Frank and I were just in. My jaw dropped, and I stared at Nightwing.

"How- how did you…"

"Acrobat and trained by a martial arts master. You tell me."

"But-" I sighed. "Nevermind."

Ten minutes later, Gavin and the businessman were behind bars, and we were telling Nightwing goodbye.

"Bye Nightwing, it was nice working with you." Frank held out his hand, obviously trying to be polite. Nightwing shook it.

"You to, Frank." he let go, then patted me on the shoulder. "It was good to see you again, Joe." he started to walk away, then turned back. "One more thing. That little exchange between the two of you earlier? Joe is right, Frank. Fergalicious, while definitely a weird one, is an actual word. It means to make boys go crazy, or just crazy in general. For instance, you two are totally fergalicious." he winked, then walked away.

We stared after him for a moment, before I punched Frank in the shoulder.

"I told you it was a word!"

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HIIIII! told ya we were random ^_^ hope you liked this!