OK, so this is the last Nightwing chapter, and then we have a few overlap chapters, which is pretty much whatever's going on at the Tower and Nightwing and Slade commenting on it in italics.

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Nightwing was fidgeting.

There was honestly no other word to describe it. They had returned to sparring after they had visited the newly dubbed 'Nightwing acrobatics room'. Slade had assured Nightwing that he could return to the room later, but they were in the middle of something. Nightwing had shrugged and gone along with it. Slade would learn better than to tempt him with acrobatic equipment.

Anyway, after sparring, Slade had immediately started on a computer programing lesson- no doubt a precursor to robot-programing lessons. Nightwing was silently laughing the entire time. Oh, if only Slade knew how good he really was with computers. Ordinarily, Nightwing left the hacking and computer stuff to Cyborg. That wasn't to say, however, that he didn't still hack in his free time. The League, the Pentagon, Mount Justice, the Batcave… nothing was safe from his hacking. He had also developed an amusing habit of hacking Zatanna's laptop and leaving little messages- amusing or sincere. He and Zatanaa had shared a few laughs over them after everyone had reunited.

But Slade didn't know that, and so Nightwing had born almost an hour of 'lessons' before he had finally broken down in laughter. The expression on Slade's face when he had had just served to prolong the laughing fit. Eventually, though, Nightwing managed to calm down.

"Care to share the joke?" Slade had drawled, fighting a smile himself. It was nice to hear him laugh so freely, so joyfully. The previous times Nightwing had been his…guest he hadn't been nearly as carefree.

Nightwing had struggled internally for a moment before finally giving in. "I'm an accomplished hacker Slade." He admitted. "The stuff you're trying to teach me? I learned it when I was 10."

Slade had raised a disbelieving eyebrow. "Oh, really. How come you've never displayed this skill before?"

"I let Cyborg take care of it all." He shrugged. Obviously, it wasn't such a big deal to him. "I was known as a hacker… before… and I knew that if I made a reputation as a hacker again, I would be easier to track down."

Slade frowned. This was yet another reference to the mysterious 'before', and the desire to stay as far as possible from it. Nightwing continued on quickly, before Slade could pursue this line of questioning. He quickly completed the task that Slade had been trying to teach him how to do- in less time than Slade could have done it. He then smirked at Slade, like look at me, I'm suddenly a better hacker than you.

Slade was suddenly very interested in Nightwing's hidden hacking skills.

Over the next twenty minutes, Nightwing demonstrated his hacking prowess. He easily accomplished anything Slade challenged him with.

"At this rate, you should be hacking the Pentagon soon." Slade joked. Nightwing surprised him with his response. "Been there, done that." Nightwing scoffed. "Try hacking the League. That actually poses something of a challenge."

"You've hacked the Pentagon?"

"So many times, they just caved and gave me my own all-access code."

Needless to say, this resulted in an interesting conversation.

It was around then that Nightwing began to feel the fidgets creeping up on him. Honestly, it had been too much to hope that they wouldn't. After all, Slade had just shown him all of this acrobatic equipment, and then not let him actually go on it. It had been a while since he had flown, and he needed to get into the air. Soon.

But no, he couldn't yet, because somehow enough time had passed so that it was time for dinner. He managed to get through most of it, deflecting pointed questions and shocking the others by actually making jokes. He managed to find ways to slip in whelmed and traught during the conversations, and Slade and Wintergreen's faces had been priceless.

Finally, though, the fidgets started slipping through. They escalated quickly, until Wintergreen felt it was necessary to point them out.

"Are you ok?" He asked, concerned. "You're acting like a toddler who needs to go to the bathroom."

Nightwing cracked a grin at that. "Nah, I'm fine. Blame Slade."

"Why me?" Slade demanded.

"You're the one who tempted me with acrobatic equipment." Nightwing deadpanned. "I did mention the fidgets, didn't I?"

"You're fidgeting… because of seeing some equipment?"

"No." The implied you idiot was clear, and seemed suspiciously like a certain Bat's attitude. "I'm fidgeting because I need to use the equipment. I haven't flown in two days, and you tempted me with new equipment."

"Alright." Slade rose from the table. "Lets go see, shall we?"

Nightwing's face lit up. "Finally!" He leapt up and bounded out of the room ahead of Slade.

"Well, he certainly is eager." Wintergreen remarked. Slade followed after Nightwing. By the time he reached the room, Nightwing was already working on the parallel bars. He stayed there for a while, and then flipped onto the rings, and from there disappeared into the rafters. Slade watched the entire performance in awe. He had no idea of the skill Nightwing had with acrobatics. It was like he had been born to fly, everything seemed so effortless with him.

"I have a question." He called out.

"Shoot." Nightwing's voice drifted from the rafters. "Before you ask, though, last time I knew there was nothing for me to work with, so it wasn't so bad. And the old hideout had a lot of ropes and pipes lying around, so I made do. I can survive without the acrobatics, it's just that if I know there's an available set of equipment…"

Well. "You predicted my question."

"I've been asked that a lot. Cl… I mean, some people were worried that it would prevent me from functioning well if I got captured for a long time or something. "

"Ah. Who were you going to say?"

There was a long silence. "My… my uncle." Nightwing answered finally. "That's on the NOT going to be discussed with Slade under any circumstances list."

Slade raised an eyebrow. He was curious about this list, and if there were any others. The to be discussed with Slade in some circumstances list or something.

The next morning, as Slade, Wintegreen, and Nightwing were eating breakfast, some sort of alarm went off. Wintergreen stood up and left the room, obviously going to check whatever that was. Slade didn't look concerned though, so Nightwing concluded that it wasn't so bad.

"What's that about?" Nightwing asked curiously. Slade sighed. "It goes off whenever anything that might be deemed significant happens in Jump. When you and your Titans do something particularly stupid, usually. Any idea what might be going on now?" There was an odd look on Nightwing's face. "Oh, I have an idea." He muttered. Enough time must have gone past for Bruce to get off his butt and go to Jump.

Sure enough, when Wintergreen reentered the room, he looked a little shellshocked. He cleared his throat. "It appears that Batman and Superman have arrived at Titan's Tower… in order to ask for help locating Nightwing."

Slade turned to look at Nightwing. He had a peculiar smirk on his face. "Why," Slade said slowly, "Are Batman and Superman looking for you?"

Nightwing's smirk morphed into his I know something but I'm not telling smile.

"Now, there's an interesting story. Look at it this way; at least Supes isn't here investigating?"

His smile faltered at Slade's look.

"Yeah, I'm not telling you the reason. Remember the aforementioned list?"

Slade sighed. "All right, don't tell. We can watch, anyway. You're not there to run that disrupting program."

"You know about that? Right, of course you do. Why am I getting deja vu here?"

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I love Slade and Nightwing's banter. So much fun to write.

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