**-{Hey.}-**

So. This is crap.

Sorry.

I own nothing.

Pairings- DickxWally, and no-action-at-all-just-thinking-of-a-possible-thing TimxBart.

**-{COMMENCE}-**

The next day, the entire Team gathered in the main room, including Wally, even though he's a member of the Justice League now. They were all in their hero outfits, and most were glaring at me with pissed-off expressions. I hadn't slept at all last night, dreading this moment. Wally hadn't pressed me about it, but I still felt horrible. I want to tell them, I do...but I'm not quite sure I can.

'So that girl on the tape, she's your sister?' Bart crossed his arms. He was not pleased, not unlike the other members of the Team. Artemis and Roy had arrived by now, a few minutes after Batman.

'Why, exactly, did you never mention her?' Red Robin is next to Bart, also looking annoyed. Y'know, I think those two have a thing. I don't know what it is, but it's a thing. Crap. Gotta stay focused.

It looks like I have to tell them the whole story now.

'She didn't want me to. She didn't want me or anybody else to come into contact with her.'

'Nightwing, start from the beginning.' Batman's practically growling at me. Crap. I'm in trouble.

'She was... kidnapped. I guess. But I always thought that she was just somewhere in the adoption system. I always thought she was safe.'

M'gann looks a little sad. 'What made you think otherwise?'

'A couple years ago. I...I just ran into her.' That's not true. It was that day. I was surprised she remembered what day it was. She was only 2, but I was 8. I saw her at their graves. 'I barely recognised her. She... well. She went through a lot.'

Batman glared at me. 'What do you mean? What did she go through?'

Bruce, please. Don't make me say it. Don't make me think about it. Don't make me think about what they did to her. I feel my breathing speed increase. She was my baby sister. I failed her. I was an idiot. I should have helped her. I could have done more. I should have checked up on her. She was my only sister. She was the only other Flying Grayson. And I failed her. Her eyes. What he did to her eyes. They were bright blue. He ruined them. Her skin was pale. Not sick pale, but nice pale. Like it was made of porcelain. And he scarred it. She was my beautiful little sister. So he destroyed her. It's my fault. It's all my fault.

'Nightwing?'

I open my eyes. When did I close them? I'm in a hospital room. What the hell? I sit up and throw my legs over the side of the bed. The bed is high off the floor, and my feet are nowhere near the ground.

'Nightwing! You're awake!' I can feel arms around my chest and my speedster is squeezing the life out of me.

'Wally... I can't breathe...'

He lets go of me, and puts his forehead on mine. His hands are on my hips, and I wrap my hands around his neck and my legs on his hips. 'You feel okay now, babe?'

'Yeah, I'm fine. Why?'

He gets this cute look on his face that he always does when he's confused. I lean in and kiss him for a second, but when I pull away he still has the same look of confusion. 'Dickie...you passed out for an hour.'

'I...I did?'

'Yeah. Bats asked you about Nightmare and you just fell over. I caught you, of course.' He smirks.

'Of course.' I kiss him again, and I feel his lips pressing back. He pushes me down and climbs on top of me as I feel his tongue slip in my mouth. I can't hold back the moan as he presses me into the bed. My hands are tangled in his red hair, and my legs are wrapped around his. His hands run up my sides, making me shiver and arch my back. Wally moans into my mouth, and I smirk. His hands are working their way back down, lower, and lower, and lower...

Then my phone rings. Damn mood killer.

I break away from Wally's mouth, but he just moves down to kiss and suck on my neck. I pick up the phone, which is sitting on the table next to the bed.

'Hello?'

'Dick, it's me, Jason.'

'Hey, little bro. What's going on?'

'I got stabbed.'

I push Wally away and I hear him whimper a little. 'You what?'

'I was on patrol, then some little girl fucking stabbed me.'

No... it's not... it's not her. Can't be. But just to make sure. 'The girl. What did she look like?'

'Uh... black hoodie. Black boots, too. I'm assuming that from the horrible concussion I got from when she kicked me they were steel-toed. But she moved pretty fast, so I'm not sure.'

'Anything else?'

'She's pretty damn well trained, that's for sure. She was fucking tiny and she beat the living shit out of me. And she had a bit of an accent, like it used to be stronger but now she's losing it. Kinda sounded like Dracula.'

'Romanian.'

'What?'

'Romanian accent. She's from Romania.'

'Isn't that...?'

'Yeah.'

'Oh.'

'Anything else you remember?'

'Yeah. She wanted me to tell you that Nightmare is back. But she called you Dick, not Nightwing. I have no clue what that means, so don't ask me.'

'I'll explain later. Are you alright?'

'Me? I'm fine. Sorta. Hurts like a bitch.'

I laugh a little. 'Try not to die, alright Jay?'

'No promises.'

I hang up. Wally looks at me. 'What's going on?'

I open my mouth, then close it when I realize I have no clue of how to answer that question. 'I guess we'll just have to find out.'

**-{FIN}-**

That was the shitiest ending I have ever written.

In fact the entire chapter was shit. Sorry, but it's important. No school on friday so I can write.

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