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A/N: I have no idea why these things keep on popping into my head. Wrote this at like 4am right after I tried to sleep. I'm still trying to get over the fact that my favourite story to write is my least popular. Meh. I write what I want. Anyways, enjoy~
Exhaustion:
Because Nightwing was tired, oh so tired of being avoided because of something he did to save the world. Why did he have to suffer under the accusing gazes of the Team when what he did ensured their continued existence? Without his plan, they would've been sitting ducks waiting for the Reach's plan to unfold and kill them all.
Nightwing didn't like this one bit. He'd put everything on line in order for them to not only have a fighting chance, but to be able to pull off a victory against the likes of The Light and Reach. He'd worked himself to the bone, tirelessly coordinating the Team, training them, doing missions as well as patrol Gotham. If he wasn't doing that, he was cramming for college; apparently, even with the oncoming threat of an alien invasion – not that they knew – exams still went on. He was lucky he even got an hour of sleep in between his hectic schedule.
Nobody, not even Robin or Batgirl knew what he'd done so far for the whole alien invasion business, especially after their mentors left them to deal with this alone.
The hero's fist hit the wall of his apartment in frustration. He was sick and tired of always having to put up with the why-didn't-you-trust-us looks he kept on getting whenever he was in the room.
Tonight, he thought as he flopped onto his bed, he would rest - a rare day off from patrol (Batgirl had noticed his eye bags and demanded he take a rest) - and tomorrow, it would be time to put on the mask to cover up everything. Maybe after this whole thing was over, Dick would take leave from the Team. Time away to rest, relax and just build himself back up again.