Author's Note: Hi guys, this is the new update on my story, I hope you enjoy it!
I retract my hand from the door and this time fly over to the landing platform. I land and make my way to the supply center of the landing dock. I prepare everything I think I would need. "Computer, prepare the Javelin for takeoff." The machines around the Javelin start to move around filling the tank with gas and other necessities.
I continue gathering things I mightneed.
Two hours later, I'm ready to takeoff. I hop into the pilot seat and close the hatch. I type in the location of Batman's Batcave into the navigator. I make sure that the invisibility is on and working, then open the gates of the landing platform.
I place my hands on the throttle. Before I put full throttle, I stop. Call it nerves, anxiety. But it was more. Maybe this was a bad idea, maybe Superman was right.
No. Flash's health has dropped from unknown causes, it started the day Batman disappeared. GL is falling to pieces, his will power is low. I don't even think he has enough will to be a certified Green Lantern anymore.
They need me to do this.
I slam the throttle backwards and the Javelin flies forward scraping the top of the platform on its way out.
It takes a few minutes before I entrer earth's atmosphere. I fly over the Atlantic Ocean and head straight towards Gotham. I spot the Batcave and the landing deck is already open. Strange, its always closed. I wouldn't think that Nightwing would be stupid enough to keep the waterfall landing deck open.
I glide in having to pull the wings to the side.
I put the landing gear down and the Javelin touches the ground gently with a thud. I kill the engine and have the deck roll down. I have a feeling that I'm going to be here for a while.
"Hello?" I walk out and hear the news playing on Batman's computer. I turn to the computer and see that the GCN was on the biggest screen. It was breaking news. I noticed that someone was in the chair. I walked up not wanting to hid my footsteps. They probably already knew I was here.
The sound of my feet taping against the metal floor was deafening over the news.
I watched the screen while I slowly approached the chair.
"Breaking news. There has been an increase of crime on the streets within the past few weeks. As you can see behind me, a bank has just been robbed by two unknown young boys… The GCPD has yet to release comment. But right now, the question on everyone's lips is 'Where's the Justice League?' and most importantly, 'Where's Gotham City's son, The Batman?'"
All I could do was stop an listen to the news. I didn't realize that Batman and Hawkgirl's disappearance affected us, no, me so much. I didn't think it was affecting the League's members.
"You people think you're helping this world… When all your really doing is making it worse. We're the ones who should be noticed. We're the people behind the scenes. You think you can be everywhere at once, when in reality, you can't be there at all." He pauses, probably to gather his thoughts, or maybe just simply to take a breath of air, "People like me, Speedy, Blue Beetle, even Donna we stay in our hometown and protect it at all costs."
I knew without a heartbeat that this was Nightwing. He's lost his mind. He used to be waiting at the Batcave every night for Batman to return back and tell him that he's gotten accepted to join the Justice League. He's always been so excited to join, that his anxiety would get the best of him.
"Nightwing. I know that's you. I don't understand what has gotten you so upset, but please, calm down so we can talk this through." The softest smoothest voice would loosen him up.
"No! You don't understand!" he takes a breath and turns the chair around to look me in the eyes, "Don't you freaking lie to my face!" I stare back with an equally intense stare, "The Justice League killed him, and you act like you don't even know! What kind of sick person are you!" He snapped at me with rage.
His fingers are digging into the armrest of the chair. He's gripping it so hard, its making a dent. A dent in pure, solid metal.
I open my mouth to say something, anything. But nothing comes out. I look away ashamed.
"Hm… nothing to say, huh?" Such hostility reeks off of him.
By the time I look back up, Nightwing left his chair and jumped at me to attack. He brought his staff above his head and attacked me with full strength of escrima bolts. I place my wrists up to protect my face and his escrima staffs collide with my bracelets.
Now its just a fight of strength. I know I'm stronger than he, but the more I put up a challenge, the more he'll fight back.
"You don't know what your doing!" I let him have the advantage, I put less pressure on the escrima sticks.
"I know perfectly well what I'm doing!" He grinds his teeth together, the only thing separation our faces from touching is the weapon trying to kill me, "I know in reality, I wouldn't win this fight!" He puts more pressure on me, forcing me with his strenght to put me in my place, "You don't want to fight back only because you know that his death was your fault!" He places more energy into the escrima bolts and it flashes. I swiftly bring one of my arms up across my eyes to keep the bright light from damaging my eyes.
His words only put more fiery hatred towards him, and even myself. I threw with this... this...shit. "Enough!" I throw him back making him fly into the computer. I slowly walk closer, with each step, I feel as though I'm pour my heart out to him.
"Look me in the eyes, gaze into my soul, tell me you see an exact mirror image of you reflecting back! Don't tell me that I don't care. Don't remind me that I did this!" I emphasized on the last three words, making sure he understood me clearly.
I was on the brink of breaking down. I couldn't even hold my own confident posture anymore. My bottom lip started quivering and the lump in my throat was choking me.
I grab him by the neck and raise him above my head like a trophy. The pain in my chest is so intense, with each passing second, I squeeze him tighter. He grabs me by the wrist, it won't have any effect on what I'm about to do to him.
"Go a-ahead…" I'm surprised he's able to choke out a few words. "Ki-ill me… it'll just p-prove my point-t…"
I'm better than this. My sister and he would have died a second time before they let me do this to anyone.
I drop him and he falls to the ground on his knees. I watch him with regret while he writhes on the floor for a second. He coughs and chokes, grabbing his neck.
"Maybe Superman was right. I should have just left you be. You're not even worth my time." My face twists and I give him a nasty look before I turn my back to him and start to walk away.
Between coughing, Nightwing says, "Don't worry… Wonder Woman…" He spits my mortal name out like it was poison, "you'll be back, and I'll be waiting for you…"
I continue walking towards the Javelin not being able to take one last look at the Batcave. I probably won't ever see it again…
When I arrive back at the Watch Tower, I came home to a surprise.
Something came rushing towards me, something red. It kicked up dust everywhere and I instinctively closed my eyes. When I rubbed them and looked, it was the Flash. Wally, dressed in his full suit and all.
Hi guys! This is probably one of the last times I'll be updating everyday or every other day. I've probably said this like, three times already, but I'll say it again. I wrote this story before it got a account. I was still in the process of writing it, so its quite obvious I'm not done yet. I haven't been able to write anything else recently, so you'll have to bare with me while I think of ideas. But if you guys do have any ideas, I'll be open to all of them!
Oh, and I've been thinking about writing another story about a character from our dimension who was able to create a dimension portal and traveled to the DC Comics universe. How does that sound?
BAY, thanks everyone for reading my story and taking the time to write a review!
Special thanks to 'Invader Abigail' for helping me through and talking to me! Please, if you would, read her awesome 'Flash' stories!