So, time for Chapter 9!

(o,o) suspense…

Barbra was almost done with the suit. The surgery was almost done too. There had been a lot of broken ribs that J'hn and the other doctors had to fix. Also, the right lung, which had been burned, had to be examined. J'hn had been able to fix all the internal breakings, but the stomach had some interior bleeding. This was because the electricity had ricocheted throughout the torso. Once everything had been stitched up, the doctors had to focus on the shoulder and the 3rd degree burn on Nightwing's chest.

The stitching in the incision wouldn't leave a scar, but the hole from the entrance of the strange magic bullet would leave an asterisk shaped scar forever.

Dr. Lisa rubbed some heavy-duty, modern ointment for the burn in and Flash examined the shoulder. Flash called in Superman to look and the bone. Superman saw that there was a huge amount of bruising, and many cracks in the bone itself. Flash was upset with this and knew the only thing he could do was to put a special brace of the shoulder and hope if, no, when Nightwing was up and moving he wouldn't aggravated it too much.

Batgirl triumphantly held up the finished suit before the final stitch in Nightwing's chest had been administered.

"I won." She breathed. Her stitching had gone nonstop for eight hours. She was exhausted.

"He still needs a blood trans-plant, Batgirl, do any-"

"I do."

"How do you know?"

"I'm a bat. We know these things." Bat girl sat back in her chair and stuck out her arm.

"Do you want to sleep first?"

"He needs it now right? I'll be fine."

"Ok, but we need a pint and a half. The state says we can't take more than one pint at a time,"

"Who gives a damn? Just take two pints, I feel like you'll spill some." When Batgirl gets really emotional, her vocabulary and tone get… and, well, snippy.

Dr. Lisa frowned, but took the blood. Meanwhile, Batgirl was lost in memories.

It was somewhere in the second year of her knowing Dick. They had biology 2 together, even though Dick was a two years younger than everyone else, and Babs was one. That day in class, the teacher announced that they would be testing blood types. Dick was the only one who seemed ecstatic about the announcement.

"Wow! This is so cool! Hey, Babs, do you know your blood type? I think I'm an AB positive. I want to confirm this! Man, I can't wait!" Dick was practically jumping out of his seat.

When everyone had gotten past the drama of pricking their fingers, Dick had already finished his testing, and was helping Babs. The teacher praised them on being little scientists. When the testing was done, Dick and Barbra found they had the same blood type, they were also the only two kids in the class with that blood type. It turns out Dick was right and he and Babs had AB positive blood types. Babs clearly remembered what Dick had said next, for it was the biggest hint in history.

"Well, now if I'm dying and I need blood, you can save me!" The ebony haired boy laughed. Babs had laughed along, confuse by the joke.

That night, while walking home from a jog in the park, a man grabbed Babs and forced her into an alley way; the man had Babs shoved against a wall when a small form kicked his head. The man slumped the newest hero on the block, Robin stood in front of her.

"Barbra Gordan right? Can I call you Babs?" the second biggest hint in history, "You should be careful, as the detective's daughter, you'll be a target. Don't worry, I got your back." Just then the man on the ground slashed up wit a knife. The knife caught Robin's arm, but Robin knocked the man out fully this time with another kick to the head. Blood ran down the small boy's arm.

"Darn it, Batman is so going to kill me." The Boy Wonder muttered. Barbra looked at him in shock. She pulled out her handkerchief and wiped the blood away, but Robin stopped her.

"No time. The police are coming, have them give you a ride ok? Stay safe Babs!" With a cackle, the boy disappeared. Babs smiled, she had the handkerchief, and it had Robin's blood.

Babs ran the blood through scanner that night and what she found shocked her. The computer made a match with Dick Grayson. Just before Babs could call her dad, a shadow fell over her.

"Hey, looks like you found out! Told you she'd be a great detective!" Robin suddenly appeared next to Barbra.

"How?" but Barbra didn't really not know, the shadow had to be Batman, and Batman was Batman.

"yes, Well, Barbra, what will you do with your information?" Batman's voice sounded familiar Barbra thought.

"um, I take it I'll just keep it to myself, and get you guys to train me so I can join your team?" The last part had just occurred to the soon to be Batgirl. She was shocked when Batman nodded and Robin fist-pumped. She learned later that Robin was going to keep giving her hints until she found out so she could join the team, but this was much faster she thought. The next day she cornered Dick Grayson.

"Now, if I'm hurt, you have to save me." Than she had walked off, and that was when their real friendship had started.

Dr. Lisa made sure Batgirl was comfortable in another room and went back to check on Nightwing.

"Damn, bats are always super cute, and then the next year, super hot." Muttered the doctor. She didn't realize it, but Batgirl had followed her to ask a question. Just as Dr. Lisa started to stroke Nightwing's pale face, Batgirl poked her head in and said:

"Lay off. He is mine." Then the tired girl went to bed. Dr. Lisa froze, then went strictly to give Nightwing the much need blood.

When the doctor left, she left the morphing drip on high.

Nightwing was used to waking up in pain, not a clue where he was, and not sure what state he was in. What he wasn't used to was waking up with a tube in his throat. Nightwing's first reaction was to yank it out, but when he moved his right arm, pain shot through him and his arm fell.

That won't work. Thought Nightwing. Nightwing took a breath, and found that the tube in his throat was helping him breathe.

Well, I'm in either of three places. A hospital, which I will kill Batman for if I am in one, the Batcave, which Batman might kill me for being so injured, or the YJ cave, where I will be killed by the relieved hugs of my team. Nightwing's thoughts were groggy and not very clear.

Must be on a drip. Nightwing let the tube help him breath for a few more minutes, but when you're awake, the tube gets rather uncomfortable. With his left arm, Nightwing Pulled out the tube. He coughed and choked on the tube and breathing was immediately harder, but it also felt more free and controlled.

Nightwing heard footsteps and a pretty young doctor came in.

"How old are you?" Nightwing croaked out as he started to prop himself up, which was a bad idea he learned when the pain hit.

"I'm 26." The doctor didn't seem offended and quickly helped Nightwing ease back down. More footsteps and Batman came in.

"Nightwing! How are you?" Batman asked, worry under toning his controlled voice.

"Well, while trying to follow the light, a giant tube brought me back to Earth." Nightwing croaked, his throat raw from the tube.

Hot and funny. Thought the doctor, but she remembered the warning in Batgirl's voice/

"Lay off, he is mine."

"NIGHTWING!" A huge crowd of people half dressed in spandex and pajamas came into the largest of all the medical rooms.

"Nightwing you're alive!" Tim burst to the front and grabbed Nightwing's hand and squeezed it. Nightwing loosely squeezed back, but at the moment, his right arm hurt, and Tim wasn't helping. Tim seemed to notice and release the hand. Nightwing smiled, then the room tilted and his vision blurred.

"Guys," Nightwing's words slurred, "Why are all of you orange?" Everyone looked at Nightwing funny when Dr. Lisa gasped.

"Um, Nightwing, are you in pain?" she asked, a little apprehension entered her voice.

"Un-huh." Nightwing looked exhausted.

"Um, don't worry guys, he might have some overdosing. I've turned down the dose, but he will be in a lot of pain for a while." She gave a sheepish smile. Everyone remembered she had only been working for about 2 years.

"It's ok." Batman said. "J'hn, take Dr, Lisa home please." The martian did and everyone knew that Dr. Lisa wouldn't remember the last 12 hours the way they were, or at all. Since it was 10 am now, mostly likely the memories would be erased and she would think she had been sleeping.

"Hey, orange really suits you Supes." Nightwing slurred ,then passed out, peacefully sleeping.