Nightwing's Last Flight?
By
AJ
A/N This part is a little short. There is a Batman Comic that I would have liked to reference, but I don't have it in front of me. Batman was poisoned. He actually gives up and Deadman follows him toward the light. His parents are there along with others whom Batman saved. If I find it, I will add it to this note.
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Part 2
An artificially induced comma brought on by medication is supposed to help to keep a person stable enough to undergo serious, even life-threatening surgery. A comma that is induced can also cause a person's vital signs to be so low they can be nearly non-existent. And because of it, a person's mind or even spirit can wander.
Nightwing rose from the table and frowned. Alfred was bent over something that he could not see. Bruce stood off to the side, his face a worried mask.
Nightwing found that statement a bit absurd. How could ones face show worry and be a mask at the same time? Nightwing turned away and felt the tug to move upward. He followed the steps up to the manor, his feet barely touching the cold stong. He moved through the familiar rooms until he reached his room. He didn't think anything of it as he passed through the door without opening it. His eyes were drawn to the old poster on the wall above his bed and suddenly he was back there, flying through the air.
He no longer wore the gear of Nightwing. He was once again Dick Grayson. Once again he felt the sensation of flying. His hands were grasped and he looked up to see the face of his father.
"I got you, Son."
"I'm not afraid," Dick replied.
"Good. Always remember, Son. There will always be someone or something to catch you when you fall."
His father's words proved to be true. For the images shifted and this time he was wearing the familiar red, yellow, and green. His bat rope had been cut by an assailant's knife and he found himself falling. Rather than panic Robin allowed himself to go limp. He fell ten stories before his body fell through a series of awnings, breaking his fall. Suddenly, he was caught within strong arms that held him fast. And once again, he remembered his father's words. This time, the strong arms belonged to his guardian. It seemed he was living a charmed life, until the last time. He didn't feel anger or regret. He had fallen, but still someone picked him up. He just needed to find out whom.
Dick Grayson found himself flying once more this time to a bright golden light that felt like home. Two faces greeted him. Even though they looked happy to see him. There was sadness there as well. They knew something he did not.
"My little Robin is no longer little. You have grown so much."
"Mom," Dick exclaimed, his face beaming with joy.
"Don't forget about me."
"Dad." Dick clasped his father's hand feeling the callouses still present on his fingers. "Am I . . ."
"Not quite," John Grayson said. "You have a choice to make."
"A choice?"
"Though we would love to have you with us, there is someone also who need you more."
'I don't understand."
"Have you forgotten your promise?" Mary asked her son.
Dick looked toward his parents with confusion.
"Let us see what happens if you decide to stay."
Dick turned toward where his father pointed. Once again he was back in the bat cave and what he witnessed chilled him to the bone.
Continues with Part 3