Past: The Start of (NightFrost) The Deal (Also known as Past: Black Frost Beats Nightwing, by a lot)

A cry of pain made it past Dick's mouth as his back slammed back against the wall. Again. After fifteen times of hitting it and it was only half an hour since he started sparring with Black Frost.

He crumbled to the ground, not getting up from his awkward position. He could feel Black Frost walking up to him, but found he didn't care. At the rate they were going, Nightwing won't make it out alive. He was at a point where he was fine dying, and that scared him slightly.

A thud sounded around the room followed by Nightwing's cry of pain. He bit down, suppressing more noises of pain from coming. It only helped a few moments before Black Frost took out the knife that she had stabbed into his leg a moment before, causing another grunt of pain from the down hero.

"Get up." Black Frost quietly commanded.

He didn't move, couldn't move. She had broken the broken hero even farther. "Nightwing, up now!"

He still didn't fully listen, let alone follow through with the demand.

Biting back a sigh, Black Frost started t rethink this idea. It would help him in the long run, but was he strong enough? Of course he was, Black Frost argued, he gotten this far. Many don't last this long. Maybe a soft touch at this moment. Maybe he needed a moment.

She silently made her way to where his was, cheek pressed against the warehouse floor, eyes closed behind the mask, panting silently from the strain. She knelt next to him. "Nightwing," He tensed. "You are a very worthy opponent-"

"-but I would get killed if you weren't going easy on me?" He finished, taking a guess on what she would say.

She frowned, is that what he truly thought. She really was an idiot. "No." Masked eyes opened, staring into her icy blue ones. "You almost had me this last time. You were very close to beating me a great number of times. Only reason you are on this floor is because I cheated."

"What-"

She raised her hand, silencing his angry and frustrated cry. "What we will be up against will be hard. I know you've heard these talks before, but you will fall, you will fail. How do I know this?" She asked.

"Because I can't beat you?" He asked, exhaustion creeping into his voice.

Her heart slightly broke at the sound. "Yes, because I have been bested in these some circumstances." His eyes widened in surprise. "I have been defeated in the same way I have defeated you. It isn't a matter of winning, it is a matter of you keep fighting even when you are down. At this point, I had retreated and then I sought you out, knowing you were my saving grace." She explained, opening up slightly.

Nightwing thought of a second. Once he made up his mind, he painfully got up, mentally preparing himself for another round. "Then let's go again."

Black Frost smiled, half bitter, half happy. "Oh no, now we talk. You're ready for it."

And that's how their relationship started, by pain and torture.

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: July 2, 2017.