A/N:
As I said, I have no idea where all this is coming from. They just pop into my head at like some ungodly hour and bug me until I write, or in this case, type, them down. Yeah. Sadly, none of my other stories have this much inspiration.
Protective II:
When Robin found out that Deathstroke of all people was working for the Light, he'd nearly given himself an aneurism trying to hide it from Dick. Of course, hiding something of this magnitude was no easy task, especially from his big brother.
Nightwing has only ever hated four people: Tony Zucco, Blockbuster, Tarantula II and Deathstroke.
Said man had tried and almost succeed at converting Dick into a villain. If that didn't make Dick hate him, Tim didn't know what would. Not to mention the grievous wounds, cuts and bruises that decorated the hero's body after said incident.
Tim hated the man with a passion, for causing Dick to doubt himself, to actually dare to hurt his big brother. Well, that man had another thing coming if thought that he could get away with that.
Just thinking about the man got his blood boiling. So of course, to the man who caused Dick such distress, Tim had to take revenge.
So he plotted, and schemed, and generally just planned how his revenge would work.
Soon came the day when the Team would confront the Light and would finally defeat the enemy. As soon as the battle started, Tim skilfully maneuvered himself into fighting with said man.
Then, with a vindictive grin, he pulled out a syringe, one that causes pain and hallucinations, and stealthily jabbed it into the man while Tim blocked a strike with his Bo staff.
And when all was said and done, Tim felt that having a body cast for six months was too good a punishment. Maybe he should hack his account and donate all his money to charity. Plus, maybe upload photoshopped pictures of Deathstroke online, embarrassing photos.
All the plotting and planning and scheming had all borne fruit; vengeance was a dish best served cold after all. And when all Tim felt when he did all he could to cause pain to the one man whom had caused Dick almost as much hurt as when his parents died was a vindictive pleasure, he knew he'd do all that again in a heartbeat.
Because no one messed with his brother and got away with it, not even one of the most feared assassins in the world.