Epilogue:

It had been a year since he left the Teen Titians. He was Nightwing now, his own person. He used the name that Wini had said she liked so many years ago. A name he quickly found out that was a Kyptonian (A/N- I know it's not spelt right. Sorry) hero, which was odd that Wini knew it. Nonetheless he used it. His suit was black with a blue bird on the front.

He visited her grave almost every Sunday without fail, always leaving pretty flowers for her. He would always find the grass fresh and lush, with stinging nettle leaves elegantly curling around the headstone, telling him that Ivy visited.

Sometimes he would sit and stare at her headstone, wondering what she would have looked like now. She would have been about eighteen. And there were times when he found himself picturing the older her. She would have long, wavy red hair and bright green eyes. He figured she'd still be frail and skinny, but with an hour-glass figure, after all her mother was Poison Ivy. But when he found himself think about her, his heart would ache.

It was late one night when he got a signal about a robbery. He went to the scene as fast as he could. Leaping off a building and into an alleyway, he found the criminals already tied up and gagged. There was a green cloaked figure in front of them, their back to him. He stepped forward and demanded to know who they were.

That was when he noticed that the men were tied up with stinging nettle. His eyes widened. No, she was dead! She… she… she was, wasn't she?

The figure turned to him and pulled back the hood. The air left his lungs.

Standing before him was- it had to be a dream. He was dreaming. She was everything he pictured, almost.

Her hair was long, spilling down her shoulders to her waist in gentle waves, the sides braided and pinned in the back. Her eyes were bright and sparkled in the moonlight. Her skin was a pale green and her lips painted dark green. She wore a dark green leotard and matching thigh-high, high-heeled boots. Her chest was rounded and larger then he pictured, but then again, she was Poison Ivy's daughter. Her pose had a lustful appearance and her eyes and lips were set in a kissable look.

"I'm glad you used the name I liked." She said finally, swaying towards him. She stopped about a foot and a half away. "It suits you."

His mouth was dry. He couldn't speak. Was she a zombie? A ghost? Was he dreaming, again? But when her finger tips ghosted over his chest, he knew she was real, but how? He had held her crumpled body in his arms! He watched the explosion!

She smiled, her lips curling in a luscious way. "Let's go somewhere to talk. I'm sure you have questions."

They sat on the ledge of a tall building. Her legs were crossed in a lady-like manor and her red hair twisted in the breeze. She looked out at the view and sparkling lights of the city. Her hands gripped the ledge as she leant forward slightly.

Nightwing couldn't take his eyes off her. He was afraid that if he did then she would disappear, and he had wanted for so long to see her again. He sat close enough to her to feel her hair whisper over his cheek and arm. His mask was off and so was hers, but she wasn't wearing a mask. Her mask was the lustful one she portrayed when he first laid eyes on her after five years.

"I'm sorry I didn't show up sooner," she finally spoke, her green eyes continued to gaze out at the city. "But you seemed busy with the Titians and-" she glanced over at him through her lashes. "Becoming Nightwing."

"B-but how did you…" Dick paused and ran his hand through his hair. "I mean, you were dead… broken…"

"I know." Her voice was small and she looked down at her hands and made them into fists. "I don't really remember much about how I died. All I remember was that it was painful. And that the Joker just repeatedly beat me…"

Dick felt his heart drop. The way he had found her body and what the autopsy said. The left side of her ribcage was shattered, every rib broken and four had torn up her lung. Her left arm was broken so viciously that part of the bone was just splinters. And her shin was snapped in half. At first they thought she had also been raped, but upon further inspection they found that she had been kicked hard enough to fracture her pelvis, which explained her broken hymen. The doctor said that even if she was found in time, she would have died anyway; the explosion just finished the job quicker.

He remember holding her limp body in his arms and kissing her cold lips. He shuttered.

"Don't remind me." He mumbled.

Wini looked over at him. "It was like I was dead but alive at the same time. It was so strange." She sighed and looked out at the lighted city in the moon light. "But I remember feeling you kiss me." Wini smiled at him and he blushed.

"Anywho, I was in a long sleep, during which I think my body fixed itself, just like it grew back my arm." She let out a nervous laugh. "I'm more plant then my mother I suppose! Because then I woke up and everything in my body was just as it should be." She snapped her fingers. "Magic. I dug myself out of the grave and put everything back where it was, like I was still buried."

Dick reached over and took her hand in his, squeezing it. This wasn't a dream. She was really there, alive.

"Wini," he leant forward, hell bent on kissing her better then the last time he had, but her finger pressed against his lips.

His eyes snapped open and were met with her stern green ones. Her lips were pursed together in a straight line, but her eyebrows showed a worried and hurt expression.

"N-no, I…" she bit her lip. "I've been gone so long. I'm sure you have found-"

Gently taking her hand away from his face he smashed his lips against hers. She let out a gasp but kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer. She was back again, finally after so long. And she was in his strong embrace, hungrily kissing him as lustfully and with as much need as him.

Finally she pulled back and pressed her forehead against his, panting for air or CO2. "But I gotta tell ya Nightwing, I don't think I got it in me to be a good guy." She brought her lips close almost kissing him but pulled back. "Since I'm going to be a bad girl now, I suppose you're going to have to catch me."

She smirked and licked her lips. "I'll give you a prize if you catch me."

Flustered, he grinned and tried to lean in for another kiss but she pulled back.

"So catch me if you can, Nightwing." She purred before she slipped off the edge and fell with grace.

Dick whistled and put his mask back on. "I am so getting that prize!" He jumped after her.

Everything was right again.

End.

Finished! Nearly had you thinkin' she was dead didn't I!

By the way… I DIDN'T know that Black Widow was a real supervillian until I came across her. So I'm not stealing anything! I AM NOT! Besides, she turned out to be Stinging Nettle anyway, so PLEASE DON'T SUE ME!

Anywho, hope you enjoyed the ride. As short as it was, but I was running out of ideas and was quickly getting bored. But still.

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