Chapter 2
Note: I will mostly be updating along the premieres of each episode so about once or twice a week. OHH and as much as i'd like it I dont own YJ.
Sitting. Crying. Mourning. At the moment that' s all they could do. Mourning for someone they all either looked up to as a mentor, look down to as a previous protege, or mourn just because he was a friend and comrade.
No one blamed Artemis for what happened. They all know she, or anyone else in their right mind would do the same. Take the blow. Be a hero. The job meant for most death. They all knew that. Though that wouldn't or couldn't change the fact he's dead. Heroism~as some call it is a crimson covered life.
Though to some the worst part was the fact that almost half the league was offplanet and had no idea of his brave sacrifice. Questions were racing through the minds of some of the detached league members such as Red Tornado, and Zatara or should I say Dr. Fate.
The questions went as such: Who would tell Batman?
How would they explain?
How would they keep him from becoming brutal and murderous?
How will this effect the hearts and the lives of the super-hero community?
No one had a logical answer to these questions. The league members that knew of Nightwing's identity were feeling worse for wear as they had the responsibility of informing Alfred, Tim, Jason, and Damian of Dick's brutal death dealt by a former comrade and brother.
breakline:
Tim,Damian,and Jason were sitting in their respective classrooms when the news hit. Nightwing dead, Nightwing dead. WHAT? Tim immediately excused himself for the restroom, as Damian and Jason being both impulsive and disrespectful got up and walked out the door. They all met in the restroom and were immediately put into conversation. "What the hell!" was of course undoubtedly Jason's voice of reason. Tim was silently muttering incoherent words to him-self. While at the same time Damian was slamming his fists into the white granite of the bathroom counter.
breakline:
Alfred, being the nice clean,loved and loyal butler or family friend he was, was silently dusting the antiques off with the t.v. silently on in the background. When he heard it a hero has died, and G. Gordon Godfrey was there with live coverage of it. As the words ran across the screen, Alfred read them silently to himself. When the name flashed across the screen, Alfred did a double-take."Master-Nightwing dead, no , please dear Lord no" was the British Butler's take on it. A silent but pleading plee for it not to be true.
Ok hey guys I guess my mind got thinking an I updated, still not sure how long im gonna go but hey! ya never know. Sorry if someone is a little ooc. whoops an to my 2 reviewers duskanike, and robinisasterous, THANKS, i loved the words of encouragement. If i do review it'll probably end up being with the timeline of yj but i will warp their version into my own take of what Nightwing would do. Thanks guys!