Flamebirds and Nightmares

by RiseInRevolution

What if... Dick wasn't an only child? Yeah, it's been done. But what if she was kidnapped on that horrible day at the circus, trained by every assassin out there, and murdered? But what if she came back, went into hiding, and became a guardian angel? Rated M for violence, language and gore. (No smut)

2. Hit the Ground Running

**-{Hey guys}-**

So. It seems people really like this story! I didn't expect anyone to, but I'm happy you do because I've had this story in my head for a while. It's pretty much what would be canon if I owned DC. Anyway. Here's part 2!

I own nothing.

Pairings- RoyxJason, aka Joy. Hinted Birdflash.

**-{COMMENCE}-**

I get off the plane and get out of the airport as quickly as I can. I grab a taxi and tell the driver to take me to Crime Alley.

'Why would you wanna go to that horrible place, girlie?' He smells like tobacco. He's wearing a brown jacket and black gloves.

I lie to him. It's not difficult, I'm used to it. 'I...lost a friend there. It's been a year, today.'

'Sorry to hear that.'

I shrug and look out the window. I hate Gotham. I really do. That's why I left. I had to get away. The only good thing Gotham ever had for me was Dick, but he lives in Bludhaven with Wally. So now there's nothing.

The cab skids to a stop on the ice. It's November. I love the winter. The snow makes everything in Gotham look beautiful. I remember when I was younger I used to sneak outside and wash my hands in the snow, in an attempt to wash myself of the things I've done.

'Miss?'

It never worked.

'Miss?'

I couldn't get rid of what I had done to all those innocent people.

'Miss! We're here!'

The driver's voice tears me out of my thoughts. 'Sorry.' I mumble. I dig through my bag and hand him the money. He takes it, and I get out of the cab and he speeds away. I don't blame him, I don't want to be here either. I walk into the alley. There's a fire escape on both sides, on both buildings. There's no garbage or dumpsters, unlike the other alleys. The sound of my slightly heeled boots make a clicking sound against the stone ground. There's no snow here. There's no possible way that even something as new and cleansing as the snow can clean the things that happened in this alley. A sobbing little girl was dragged by her hair to a place that would change her forever. A boy watched as his parents were gunned down by a man who would remain faceless. A young teenager met a famous vigilante, changing his fate forever.

Speaking of Jason.

I stop and turn around.

'Leave me alone. Please.' Eleventh Satanic Rule of Earth; When walking in open territory, bother no one. If someone bothers you, ask him to stop. If he does not stop, destroy him.

Red Hood comes out of the shadows. 'No, I don't think so. I wanna know why a little girl like you is walking through Crime Alley all by herself at night.'

I stare at him. I don't let any emotion show. He was the partner of the Batman, he was Robin. He would be able to decipher whatever I'm thinking. 'Leave me alone.'

He takes a gun out and points it at me. 'Look. I was gonna go easy on you, just make sure you weren't up to anything, but now you're being really suspicious.' He walks forward and holds the gun at my temple. I stay still, glaring into the white slids of his red helmet. 'First of all, you heard me. Most people wouldn't. So either I'm not as good as I think, which I doubt, you're really paranoid, or you have some kind of training. I think I'll go with C.' Sounds good so far. 'Second, you turned around to face me when you heard you were being followed. Most people would just run and try to get away, especially in a place like this. So you're obviously not afraid of potential danger.' Yeah. I sort of outgrew that being around murderers all the time. 'And last but not least, you don't beg for your life with a gun pointed at your head. At all. So you either don't value your life, or you think you could beat me. That's the one I don't get. So. Which is it?'

'Both, actually.' In one motion, I grab the gun and point it away. Then my opposite leg goes up and kicks him in the side of the head. He lets go of the gun and falls, surprised. I throw the gun on the ground.

'What the hell?' He cradles his head with one hand. He's going to have a horrible headache later. I walk over and reach for his helmet. Destroy him. Expose his greatest weakness; Himself.

'What are you-' I take the helmet off his head. His eyes are green, and there are big bags underneath them. I guess he hasn't slept in a while. He looks up at me in shock, then anger. He rips the red helmet out off my hands, quickly puts it back on and whips out a knife, holding it to my throat.

'You shouldn't have done that, because now I have to kill you.' He practically hisses out the words. I feel a trail of blood running down my neck.

'You don't want to do that.'

'Oh, I'm pretty sure I do.'

I hit the knife away and force it out of his fingers. I take the knife by the hilt as I jump and flip up one of the fire escapes. Red Hood is following me up, not nearly as fluidly as I move, but almost as quickly. He reaches the top only a second or so after me and throws a punch, which I block easily, so I hit him back. Right in his ribs, and I hear bones crack. He flinches in pain. I use that moment of weakness and flip over him, then I pin him to the ground. Unfortunately for me, I'm very small, and he easily flips around and has me down instead. He takes another gun from his holster. He seems to have forgotten that I have a knife. I stab him, deep, in the thigh. The entire blade of the knife is inside his leg, and I'm fairly certain it went all the way through. He screams out in pain, and I take advantage of that to stand up from underneath him. Then I'm holding him over the edge of the building. He's struggling, trying to break free. I have to make this quick.

'Tell Dick that Nightmare is back.' I drop him back onto the building's roof, and he groans in pain. I jump to another building, then another, and another, until the roof is low enough that I can jump in another alley. I hit the ground running.

**-{JASON}-**

I pull myself up and lean against the brick wall of the roof. I grab my leg in pain, and blood is spilling everywhere.

'Fuck...' I mumble under my breath. I try and pull myself up, but then I collapse. I hate to admit it, but there's no way I can move in this condition. I pull out my phone, and punch in the first number I think of. Roy. The phone rings. Once, twice, three times. Damn it Roy, pick up!

'Hello?'

I hear myself sigh in relief. 'Roy. It's Jason.'

'Jay? You okay?'

'Some psycho bitch attacked me...got a knife in the leg.'

I can hear him moving. 'Where are you?'

'Crime Alley. On the roof.'

'What the hell were you doing there?'

I'm delusional by this point, and that's probably why I'm smirking. The pain is numb. 'Just get your ass over here, Harper.'

I hear a door close in the background. 'I'll be there in five minutes. Hold on, 'kay Jason?'

I laugh a little, but all that comes out is air. 'I've died before, Roy.'

His tone changes. I find this extremly hilarious, since I'm delusional from the blood loss, but I can tell he doesn't. 'You are not going to die, Jason. I'm not letting you.'

I'm light-headed. I only manage to mumble, 'Then hurry up.' before I pass out.

**-{TIMESKIP}-**

My eyes slide open slowly. Everything is blurry, but I can make out a figure standing over me.

'Roy?'

He comes into focus. It's Roy, with his messy red hair and stupid baseball hat. Roy, with his big green eyes and my leather jacket hanging loosely on him. He smiles at me.

'Hey, Jaybird.'

Jaybird, Jaybird, Jaybird. That stupid nickname. Didn't I tell him to choose between Jaybird and his trachea? ...does he still have a trachea? I hope he doesn't. I like it when he calls me Jaybird.

'Where am I?'

Roy laughs. I like his laugh. It's...nice. 'We're in our apartment. I gave you some pain killers.'

I realize I'm lying on our bed when he sits down next to me. He touches my leg gently, out of habit, and I wince in pain. He frowns.

'S-sorry...'

'It's okay.' I mumble. My gaze goes to where that girl stabbed my leg.

'I-I tried to bandage it up, but I've never really done that before, so I just-'

'It's good. You did good.'

He smiles and leans forward and kisses me. It's not like most of our kisses. Not fiery and passionate like most of them. It''s just short, and sweet. 'That chick really beat the shit out of you.'

I laugh. 'Yeah, she was pretty good.' Then I remember what she said to me. 'She...she wanted me to tell Dick that Nightmare is back.'

'What the hell does that mean?'

'I dunno. Can you hand me the phone?'

'Nope, not happening, Jay. You are going to get a good ten hours of rest, as your loving boyfriend cuddles you to sleep. Then, when you wake up, said loving boyfriend is going to make you the best damn breakfast you've ever had. And you are going to eat all of it, and you are going to love every bite. Then I'm going to re-bandage your wounds and kiss them until they're all better. And when you're all better, I'm gonna make love to you, and then you can call Dick. Okay?'

I grab the jacket and pull him towards me. 'Let's get started, then.'

**-{FIN}-**

And there's part 2! Hope you liked it! Review if you did, or favorite/follow! I actually got a decent action scene in here. That's weird for me, I usually only write fluff. AND I read it over before I published it! I never do that!... But I do freak out when other people don't. Anyways.

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