digi-gal-rox: another chapter up! just to let yaz ppl know, the italics are memories
CHAPTER 6
"Hush little baby don't say a word... momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird, and if that mocking bird don't sing, momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring..." the young woman smiled at the child that lay asleep in the crib. He was very much like his father. She turned around slightly looking out the window. She began to tear up. The child will never get to know his father. Even though she wanted them to meet, she vowed that they would never see each other. Not after what happened. She knew his kind. Just sleep for one night, and never come back. She thought she was in love. But all those feelings, everything she felt was all a lie. The child began to cry, startling her. She reached out for the crying boy and rocked him gently. "It's alright, sweety. Everything will be O.K."
"Commissioner.""Nightwing!" James exclaimed surprised. "I...-I thought you and everyone else retired..."
"We did. But I had to come out. After what happened to Batman..." Nightwing trailed off, looking out at the full moon, shining down on the red driven city. "I need answers, Commissioner."
"It's a restricted case, Nightwing." James said slowly.
"One of your staff maybe covering up for the killer."
"What are you talking about?!"
"Ask Rojas." the vigilante narrowed his eyes. "Let's just say I over heard a converstaion between him and the possible killer of the Bat." James's eyes widened.
"So you know who the killer is?"
"Not yet. Whoever this guy is, he knows how to cover himself up well. He's no newbie at this whole thing. Or has been trained very well." James hesitated, before walking to the filing cabinet.
"Are you sure about this?" he asked, "If anyone ever found out, you may in the end have to stay out there, continuing the fight you left seven years ago." Nightwing nodded.
"I wouldn't have it any other way." James took out the file, handing it to the dark knight.
"Careful, old heroes bring about old villians."
"What are you doing here?" the red caped hero turned around surprised.
"Barbara!" he exclaimed. Barbara narrowed her eyes slightly, stepping in front of her daughter.
"Aren't you meant to be in Metropilis?" she asked.
"A little bird told me that Nightwing was out of hiding." Barbara looked away uneasily, before facing her daughter,
"Sweety, why don't you go on ahead? Tia should be waiting for you, O.K?"
"O.K, mummy." the young girl took off.
"Is that wise? Letting your daughter go off, alone?"
"She's a big girl. And there's a lot of people here, Clark."
"Careful of what you say." he smiled softly.
"If you're here to stop him, you're too late. He's already made up his mind. And don't try to talk me into going back there. I've made up my mind as well."
"Actually I'm here to do what he would want me... everyone to do." he gestured to the statue. "To stop him, and let him come to terms. To accept that this wasn't what he wanted."
"It's too late for that." she said quietly. "Sooner or later, the others will come. Forcing him to continue his work out there. Leaving everything behind."
"Hush little baby don't say a word... momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird, and if that mocking bird don't sing, momma's gonna buy you a diamond ring..." the young woman smiled at the small child that grinned up at her, his eyes still open. Giving a great big yawn, the child fell to his side, hugging the bear, snoring softly. The woman smiled slightly. The sounds of cars could be heard in the distant. She was glad that the sound didn't affect the sleeping child. She looked out into the sky, noticing a lonesome figure flying in the sky. She wondered, what happened to the others. It wasn't long till two other figures were following close behind. She stroked the boys face gently, a small smile on her face. "Everything will be alright. Everything will be alright."
"Hush little baby don't say a word... momma's gonna buy you a mocking bird, and if that mocking bird don't sing, momma's gonna buy a you a diamond ring..." the young man's eyes fell, staring at the debris of the manor. There was nothing left except for burnt wood. The cool wind blew his dark hair back, and he climbed over the mound, searching. Part of him, hoping to find something that could help him learn about a man... a father he never knew.
"Excuse me?" he turned around surprised to see a pretty red head, looking at him, slightly puzzled. "This is private property."
"Oh, I'm sorry." he quickly said, "I didn't know." her feature's soften.
"It's O.K." she said quietly, pulling her jacket over herself. "What's your name by the way?"
"Ben. Ben Walker."
"Nice to meet you." she smiled, "I'm Barbara. Barbara Grayson." he smiled back. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm searching for something..." he stated. "Answers actually."
"You knew Bruce?" she looked at him surprised, "Funny, I've never seen your face before." she frowned, thoughtfully, "You must be a friend of Tim's or Dick's."
"Tim? Dick?" the young man looked at her confused. "Who are they?"
"Bruce's sons." she said softly. "Adopted sons." she paused, "How do you know him than?"
"I'm his son."
digi-gal-rox: that's it for now! remember to review!