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Nightwing and Amelia were the two perfect people to go undercover in Paris. It was a sunny day as the two walked hand in hand past the Place de la Concorde. It was a beautifully constructed fountain right in front of Cleopatra's Needle. The fountain itself was a majestic Emerald green and gold. The surrounding basin was what looked like white stone. The base of the fountain was made of up statues and there were also statues on the basin. Amelia smiled and squealed. She dropped Nightwing's hand and ran over to the fountain.
She started rummaging through her small golden pocket book which matched her cute little ivory dress trimmed and laced with gold. Nightwing walked up to her.
"Looking for this?" he asked Amelia. Nightwing held up a shinny Penny.
"I was actually looking for money in my own currency, but that will have to do!" she sighed and took the Penny from it. She kissed it, spun around an threw the Penny in over her head. She heard a faint plop and smiled. Nightwing smirked at her playfulness.
"Did your wish come true?" Nightwing questioned.
"Oh, I sure hope it does." The two laughed. He took her arm and they moved on, though the busy afternoon streets.
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"So what exactly are we going to do?" Amelia asked. Nightwing had just brought back two ice cream cones. One was chocolate, and the other was mint. Nightwing handed the mint one over to Amelia and she took it gratefully.
"Well, we have to get the petals tonight in order to save Elizabeth." He licked his cone. Amelia's eyes looked to her lap. Nightwing saw this and put his hand on hers. "We will save her." She looked up at him, with his dark shaded glasses. He gave her a hopeful smile, and she returned it.
"When will this, as you American's say it, 'All go down'." Amelia giggled. She licked her ice cream.
"I was thinking about eleven. Maybe. It all depends. But you have to let me do it." Amelia opened her mouth to protest, but Nightwing wasn't finished. "I know you want to help. I know she is your sister. And I know you've trained quite a lot since we last saw each other. But I can get in and out without anything going wrong. You have to trust me." he finished. "You do trust me, don't you?" he asked.
"Well," Amelia started. She quickly grabbed his cone and licked the top of it. Nightwing gave a playful scowl. He tried to reach for his cone back, but Amelia kept it out of his reach. She got up and ran away playfully from the little cafe with Nightwing on her heals.
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Later that night, before the mission, Nightwing had a surprise for Amelia.
"Where are we going?" Amelia asked. Nightwing gave her a smirk.
"Oh, somewhere." he had blind folded Amelia and was now walking her to a metal elevator.
"Please won't you tell me?" she begged him.
"Nope." he replied. When they reached the top, Nightwing carefully guided her between the many tourists.
"Can I look now?" she asked.
"Just one more second." he steered her to the spot with the least amount of tourists. He turned her toward the right direction.
"How about now?" she asked again.
"Yes. Now you can look." He slipped the blind fold off and Amelia opened her eyes.
The lights of Paris filled her eyes. She could see everything. The whole city was lit up!
"The Eiffel Tower." she breathed. A smile as bright as the city below spread across her face. Nightwing knew he had done a good job. He looked at her eyes and saw a reflection of the sparkling lights of the city of love below. Amelia stared in amazement for a few more seconds before coming back to the real world.
"Thank you." She hugged Nightwing.
"You're welcome. I heard you wanted to see this, so, here we are!" he spread his arms wide.
"The view is absolutely magnificent!" she squealed. Amelia spun around in a circle and Nightwing would swear that every tourist looked at her. Especially the man in the green suit.
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The man in the green suit hand looked over when he heard Amelia squeal. He stood there for a moment, as to remember if he had ever seen her before. Then he walked over to Nightwing and Amelia.
"Young lady!" he exclaimed. The man was taller than Nightwing, but not by much. A scowl crossed his face. His nose was small and he had blue eyes and pretty blonde hair. He was quite the attractive man. He grabbed Amelia by the forearm. Nightwing moved towards him.
"Valentin!" Amelia gasped. She tried to pull she arm out of his grasp.
"What are you doing here?" he spat with a heavy Russian accent.
"I, I." Amelia whimpered under the pressure he was placing on her arm. Most of the tourists had evacuated the part where Amelia, Valentin, and Nightwing were.
"Let her go." Nightwing growled.
"Why should I?" he said. "I am Valentin. I am high up in the Russian military." every syllable was loaded with poison.
Nightwing snickered.
"What is so funny?" Valentin asked.
"Your name. What kind of man's name in Valentine?" he asked.
"My name is not 'Valentine'!" he said. "It is Valentin. You see, you American's think it is Valentine because of your holiday. But Valentin is a noble name with which I was blessed with. It had no E and the end. It is just V.A.L.E.N.T.I.N. No E. Do you see now?" Valentin went on with his random topic of names.
"Oh, yes. I see now. It is not a girly name." Nightwing replied. "It is a manly name." he said with the deepest voice he could muster.
"Nightwing?!" Amelia yelled. "Would you two PLEASE stop talking about nonsense and you," she pointed to Valentin. "let me go. And you," she pointed at Nightwing. "just punch him already?!" she said.
"No." Valentin said in thick Russian. "We are going home. You must be obedient to your future husband, should you not?" he said.
"Wait," Nightwing said. "You're getting married?!"
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