Chapter Fifteen
The Sparrow
Nightwing walked into the kitchen and was greeted with a strange sight. Batgirl, Bumble Bee and Beast Boy were sitting on the kitchen table, laughing their asses off as they watched Morgan attempt to walk around in a pair of black high heels, leaning on M'gann for support.
For a moment he simply stood in the door, analyzing what was even going on.
"No, Morgan, back straight and butt out, I already told you!" M'gann sighed with exasperation as the girl in question stumbled for, Nightwing suspected, not the first time.
"What does that even mean? 'Butt out'?" she groaned. "How do you 'out' your butt?"
"Girl, how do you not know how to walk in high heels?" Bumble Bee asked between laughs.
"I've done what I could to seem uninteresting and invisible since I was thirteen, walking in high heels was never a priority." Morgan grumbled. Her eyes widened as she lost her balance again and stumbled forward. "Åh gud!"1 she shouted, the foreign words a clear sign of her distress. "Of course I don't know how to walk in high heels!"
Nightwing cleared his throat and five pairs of eyes found him, Morgan groaning as another person came to bear witness to her embarrassment.
".. what are you doing?" He asked, for lack of a better way to approach the situation in front of him.
"Morgan is going to this ball thing at her school." Batgirl elaborated – Nightwing already knew, obviously, he'd been present when her friend – Rachel, was it? – had forced Morgan into going with one of his friends just a few hours prior. "Anyway, her friends told her to practice her walk. And she's even worse than anticipated." Barbara finished with a small chuckle.
Morgan emitted a small 'eep' and disappeared behind the kitchen counter as she crashed to the floor and everyone froze for a few silent seconds.
A roar of laughter filled the silence a moment later once Morgan reappeared. "Forget it." She growled and kicked the shoes off. "The only way I'll be able to move around in these things is if I fly."
Morgan froze, her eyes widening slightly and she looked at Nightwing. "Wait.. do you think I could do that?"
A powerful beat of her wings sent the girl propelling into the air and she landed on the kitchen table, pushing Beast Boy to the ground with an undignified grunt.
"No." Nightwing debunked firmly. "Now come on."
Morgan pouted and jumped to the floor. "Party pooper." She gathered her things, sticking her tongue out at the other teens as they kept laughing, and followed after Nightwing.
By now, the two of them had entered a sort of routine. Nightwing would find Morgan somewhere in the Cave, they'd first walk to her room where she'd change into training clothes, Nightwing waiting outside obviously, and then they'd go to the gym to train.
As they approached her door, Nightwing noticed that she hadn't even changed out of her school uniform yet, and the clothes unpleasantly reminded him of the encounter he'd been witness to early that day.
He hadn't planned on going to the stupid winter ball himself at all, but now he'd have to, to keep an eye on Morgan and Darren.
Purely because he knew Darren was a ladies' man and relentless flirt at his best, and a downright asshole that pressured his dates into having sex with him at his worst. He'd have to warn Morgan about that at some point, preferably today so she'd have the chance to change her mind about going with him before it was too late.
Darren would sink his claws into her over Dick's dead body.
Nightwing stopped his own train of thought and wondered where that last bitter one had come from.
In the end, what did he care if Darren and Morgan did get together? If Morgan wanted to have sex with Darren, she was welcome to. That was none of his business.
Nightwing stopped his own train of thought again. He'd tell her about Darren's true colors and then he'd stay out of it. That was his final decision.
Morgan stepped out of her room in a pair of black yoga pants and a green t-shirt with the Green Lantern logo on it, and, at Nightwing's disapproving gaze, a shit-eating smirk.
They'd reached the gym when Morgan paused in front of the doors. "Can't we do something different today?" She questioned. Nightwing turned to her with a blank face.
"It's just.." she tugged at a curl before pulling it behind her ear. "Esmeralda did my nails and I promised to not ruin them." She grimaced like she only just now realized how silly that sounded.
"We're going on patrol tonight. They'll be ruined either way." He pointed out.
"Right." She shook her head and stepped into the gym. "Forget I said anything."
The two teenagers sat perched on top of a large storage building, watching the docks in Blüdhaven. The frigid January wind was violently lashing at any exposed skin and making their hair fly in all directions. Apparently, if Nightwing's sources were to be believed, a ship was supposed to arrive around midnight that they needed to stop. It's cargo? Drugs. Lots of them, most likely from Gotham.
"Could get dangerous." Nightwing had warned her. "Not as bad as in Gotham, but people tend to be protective of this kind of cargo because it's so valuable. You can expect gunfire."
Morgan had nodded and steeled her nerves, determined to prove her worth. This was the first real and proper dangerous patrol he'd let her go along with and she intended to show that she was up for it.
Morgan got a bunch of curls in her face for the fifth time that night and sighed in frustration as she went in search of something to tie it back with. Checking both of her wrists, she regrettably noted that she was not in position of any hair elastic's at the given time.
"You got a scrunchie?" she asked Nightwing.
He paused his constant vigilant watch of the docks below and faced her. "Excuse me?" He said.
"A hair band?" She repeated. "I can't see a damn thing with all of this hair in front of my eyes."
"Well, you really should've thought of that before we left."
"But I didn't need a scrunchie back then, mom!" Morgan's voice adopted the whiny tone of a child.
He sighed before digging into one of the pouches he had fastened around his waist and, to Morgan's amazement, actually managed to produce a small, grey hair elastic.
"I knew there was a reason I keep you around." She cheered and accepted the band before quickly forcing her wild hair into a messy braid, securing the end with the elastic. "I need to get me one of those pouch-belt things. I'd store all sorts of helpful shit in them."
"Morgan, I'm trying to concentrate." Nightwing sighed, his voice laced with annoyance.
"On what?" She scoffed and looked around them. "There's no one in sight. Any ship arriving or leaving we'll notice immediately. There's no need to keep your eyes peeled on the docks like that."
A cold wind ruffled her feathers and Morgan shivered before sitting down and leaning her back against the small outcropping they were hiding behind on the stupid roof.
"Getting back on subject, where can I get some of those handy pouch-belts?"
"I'll have Batman lend you one of my old ones in the morning. If you decide it's something you'd like to add permanently to your costume, we'll have a custom made belt shipped in a month. Deal?"
"Deal." Morgan agreed. Nightwing was being almost nice so she decided to not be difficult for once.
Besides, she was in a cheery mood right now. "What do you keep in yours?" She questioned a moment later.
Without missing a beat, his voice serious and dead-pan, his body taught and not moving a muscle, Nightwing answered "Condoms."
Morgan sat in a stunned silence for a moment, her mouth opened in a small 'o'. He was obviously lying, but Morgan didn't think she'd ever heard him crack a joke before so for a small, hilarious and horrifying moment, she thought he'd been telling the truth.
"Wait, was that a joke?" She questioned jokingly and got up on her knees, resting her arms against the small banister that separated her from a ten meter drop to the sidewalk below them. She leaned out so she could more easily watch his face. "Did Nightwing, master of having a stick up his ass, actually joke?" she spoke with humor, a small laugh teasing her lips to let him know she was only messing around. They were practically being friendly and she didn't want to ruin it.
A small twitch of the corner of his lips that almost looked like a smile was enough confirmation that he had indeed been joking.
"I used to be the team's most laid back and joking member, you know." He defended himself, his eyes still trained on the grounds below him. "Except for Wally maybe. Anyway, as the leader of the team, I can't really afford to joke around as much as I used to."
"Well," Morgan spoke softly to match his faraway tone. "Just because you can't joke as much as you used to do, doesn't mean you should just stop altogether." She quirked her lip into a small smile and nudged him playfully. "On the other hand, you're almost tolerable when you don't act so uptight so maybe you shouldn't start joking. You'd lose that intimidation factor."
"I intimidate you?" He asked.
Morgan laughed. "Not a chance Dickie-wing. But you still want to keep up pretenses if you want to keep the team in line. We can't all harbor complete disregard of your leadership skills, the Team would fall apart."
He sighed exasperatedly, rolling his eyes underneath his black mask.
Morgan realized that this was probably as much lightheartedness and teasing as her uptight mentor could handle for one night so she shut up and watched the docks with him in silence. She fidgeted a bit in her skintight, dark blue suit and played with the curled end of her braid, trying to hold off the boredom as well as she could. Her mask was irritating her because she had nothing else to focus on. Taking it off briefly, she quickly shoved it back onto her face when Nightwing leveled her with a disapproving look.
She really did want to prove that she was improving as a hero and that she was capable of acting like a professional.
"Is Robin gonna join us?" She asked minutes later. She'd joined Nightwing for patrol a handful of times now, and Robin had joined them a few of those times. Whether because Robin also needed training or because Nightwing knew he'd need the extra help to deal with Morgan for an entire night, she didn't know.
"No." He replied shortly, and Morgan knew that was the only answer she'd get out of him.
Surprisingly, he was the one to break the silence after several minutes of boring, fruitless watching.
"He's a creep, you know." He spoke up vaguely. Morgan had no idea who he was talking about.
".. Who?"
"Darren." Nightwing elaborated. "The guy who's your 'date' for the winter ball."
"Oh." Morgan was, to say the least, confused – and slightly surprised that her mentor was even bringing the ball up. What was he going on about? "How so?"
"He pressures his dates into having sex with him and gets mad if they say no." Nightwing explained, looking briefly at her before looking away, like the subject was too awkward for him to approach while maintaining eye contact. "He'll most likely expect sex from you by the end of the night."
Morgan sat in stunned silence for a moment before giggling slightly. "Oh come on, when the room's filled with those rich, model-material girls, he won't spare me a second thought. He only accepted because he knew it'd be rude and awkward to say no to my face while my friend was asking him out for me."
Nightwing's brows furrowed. "I know the guy, Morgan. Trust me, if he didn't find you attractive, he wouldn't have said yes."
Morgan was obviously not taking this subject as seriously as she guessed Nightwing wanted her to. "Whatever." She waved him away nonchalantly. "Trust me when I say the guy is getting nothing from me. I can totally handle him. It's not happening."
Nightwing's shoulders sagged in – was that relief?
"Good. I don't need anyone on my team getting pregnant or something stupid like that right now."
"Hey, if I want to get pregnant I'll go and do it right now, your precious team be damned."
Nightwing looked decidedly uncomfortable and Morgan wondered how talking about her sex-life – or lack thereof – was able to break his otherwise unbreakable stout exterior.
The guy was probably a total virgin.
Despite his annoyingly good looks.
Honestly, he'd probably, if he put any effort into it, land a girl pretty fast. All he needed to do was flash those blue eyes and that jaw-line at her.
Hell, Morgan wasn't even sure she would be entirely opposed to the idea. She was surrounded by the guy in his tight suit every day; she knew he had a damn fine body underneath that thing.
Morgan cursed herself for thinking this as soon as she realized her own thoughts. She was not thinking about being sexed up by her superior officer, or whatever he was called. Highly unprofessional.
Shaking her head, she shuffled away from him a bit, needing to create distance.
"If they're not here in half an hour, I'm so leaving." She groaned out. The clock had already passed twelve thirty, and she had school in the morning.
"That won't be necessary." Nightwing answered. "They're here."
"What?" she sat up quickly and followed his pointed finger, spotting a group of, Morgan quickly estimated, eight men, maybe ten, approaching an old and rusty-looking thing of a boat. Three of the men entered the boat and, a minute later, emerged, two of them lugging a heavy-looking wooden crate between them. "But I thought we were waiting for the boat to arrive." She pointed out.
"It must've docked earlier today and then they've waited for the cover of night to unload their shipment."
"But how can you be sure that's them?" Morgan asked skeptically. She'd rather not beat up a bunch of guys and then afterwards find out they were just innocent dock-workers unloading a shipment of rubber ducks or something.
He settled a large hand on top of her head and redirected it, pointing with his other hand.
Morgan spotted a middle aged, rich-looking man in a tailored suit stepping out of an expensive vehicle, two bodyguards with semi automatics flanking him. "Oh."
"I grew up in Gotham." Nightwing reminded her. "I know what a drug trade looks like."
"So, boss," Morgan followed Nightwing's lead and crouched down lower so she was mostly hidden behind the railing. "What's the plan?"
Their faces were close as their hid behind the banister, their conversation whispered. "With the three newly arrived men, there's eleven of them. At least two of them have weapons. They need to be dealt with first. I'll take them out and then you can come down."
"And then?"
"And then we simply 'apprehend' the rest of them and wait for the police to collect."
"Oh," Morgan drew in a breath to fake confidence. "Sounds simple."
"Ready?" Nightwing asked.
"What?" Morgan's eyes widened in surprise and slight panic. "No!"
"Go!" Nightwing commanded before launching himself over the railing. Morgan scrambled to her knees and looked over the roof just in time to see him land on the shoulders of the first bodyguard, using his weight and momentum to drive him into the ground. Nightwing wrenched the gun from his hand and the guy gave a shout of pain when something in his finger snapped as it got stuck in the trigger hole briefly. Gaining the attention of every goon down there, Nightwing threw the gun straight into the face of the other armed bodyguard, breaking his nose. After Morgan watched him kick both rifles away, one of them falling into the water beneath them, she knew she was supposed to join the fight now.
"Okay, Morgan you can do this." She gave herself a brief pep-talk before she bound four steps back and ran for the edge, pushing herself off of the roof as hard as she could to leap as far as possible. Her body cast a shadow in the light of the lit lamppost and several of the goons beneath her looked up to locate the source, fearing that the Batman had branched out to Blüdhaven. When she was in mid-air, she spread her wings and glided down, boots first, kicking one of the men – a tall, buzz cut blonde with crooked teeth – square in his face, sending him to the asphalt beneath them immediately.
His head hit the ground with a resounding crack and Morgan knew she wouldn't have to worry about him for some time.
Not wasting a moment, she looked up, an intimidating glare on her face, and located her next target. With a beat of her wings she launched herself at the nearest man, gaining enough height to kick him in the side of his dark, bald head. He fell like a stone to the ground beneath them, unconscious.
Half of the men had broken off the main group to engage her mentor, leaving Morgan facing down three more guys.
She wanted to know how Nightwing was doing, but one thing he'd drilled into her from the beginning was to keep her attention focused on the task at hand when she was in danger. If she wasted seconds on locating him, she'd put herself in danger of being brought down by their opponents.
So, telling herself that Nightwing was obviously doing fine because he was, well, Nightwing, she stood to her full height, spreading her wings out to appear bigger, making up for her short stature.
"Who's this?" The shortest one asked the guy in front of him. "Some female Nightwing?"
Female Nightwing? Morgan briefly wondered internally. She didn't offer the statement much thought, as the thug closest to her squared his broad shoulders and growled menacingly at her, the scar on his cheek creating an ugly line on his face as he did. "However she is," he declared, cracking his knuckles. "She's going down now."
He ran for her, which was his first mistake. Nightwing had long since taught her how to engage someone who charged at her, how to use their speed and force against them.
So, though he was several times her own body mass, Morgan sank into a crouch as he approached and grabbed hold of the back of his knees. Using her powers to strengthen her movement, she stood up quickly and flipped him over her shoulder. He crashed, back first, into the asphalt beneath them with a pained grunt, completely winded.
The short encounter had unfortunately given the two others time to pull themselves together and before Morgan had managed to gain her footing, she found her arms locked behind her in a strong grip.
The other guy placed himself in front of her, his tattooed face morphed into an ugly grin as he clenched his hand and, before Morgan could even anticipate the blow, punched her square in the jaw. Pain exploded in her jaw and she saw stars as she felt her lip split and dribble blood down her chin. Her body sagged slightly in the other man's tight grip. Her mind fogged over with the pain for a few seconds.
Behind her, she vaguely registered the sound of fists connecting with flesh and the wake part of her muddled brain knew that it was Nightwing fighting his own opponents.
"Hah!" The guy who had hit her scoffed scornfully. "Doesn't have much fight in her after all, does she?"
His mocking words triggered something in her and the fog cleared, her steely resolve returning full-force.
"I'm gonna break your ugly mug for that." She growled, spitting out blood to clear her mouth. Waiting for him to come back for a second go, she kicked off the ground, using the tight grip on her arms to hoist herself up, and landed her booted feet on his chest, pushing him back with enough force to make him fall on his ass. She squirmed in the other guy's grip, managing to get one hand free, which she promptly used to elbow him in the gut.
Morgan looked around for something she could use her powers on to send into the face of her captor and spotted, a few meters down the dock, by the building she and Nightwing had previously been on, a few loose bricks that had fallen from the wall and settled in a small pile. Focusing on the closest brick, she spread her fingers out as wide as they'd go, watching the red square twitch in her mental hold before she threw her arm backwards, watching with satisfaction as the brick took off the ground and flew behind her and into the face of the man holding her.
He let out a howl of pain as the brick undoubtedly crushed his nose beyond saving, and immediately dropped his grip on her other arm.
Taking a few long strides back she beat her wings forcefully and left the ground, hovering in the air above anyone's reach to properly assess the situation.
Casting a quickly look at Nightwing she saw him leaving behind six thugs in various stages of unconsciousness to hunt down the suited man who was obviously the leader behind the whole operation. He'd fled the moment the two teenagers had showed up but he was anything but agile and superhero was sure to catch up to him soon. She watched for a moment longer to see Nightwing duck behind a crate as the man fired a gun at him, and then she turned her attention back towards the goons below her, knowing that the sooner she finished them off, the sooner she could join her mentor.
The guy she'd flung over her shoulder had finally caught his breath again and was on his feet, scowling up at her with the one who'd punched her.
Morgan decided that dealing with them from a distance was probably wisest, so she used her powers to simply push the two men into the harbor behind them, their large bodies making a loud splash as they hit the frigid January water.
She nimbly landed on the ground after that, noting that the guy she'd landed on at first and the one she'd kicked in the temple were still out of it, and the one with the crushed nose was hunched over on the ground, emitting pained sounds as he held a hand up to his swollen, crooked and bleeding nose.
They'd stay where she left them long enough for the police to arrive. She knew Nightwing had contacted them right before he engaged the two armed bodyguards and that they'd be here any minute.
Assured that the men lying at her feet would get what was coming to them, she turned and ran after her mentor to see how he was doing.
Her jaw was still smarting but she willed herself to ignore the pain. Turning a corner, she almost ran into Nightwing. In his left hand he was dragging the unconscious boss behind him, obviously already having dealt with him.
He paused in his steps and studied her face briefly. "You alright?" He questioned, a gloved hand reaching for her split lip. Seeming to realize his own actions, he quickly stopped his movement and brought the hand back down.
"Fine." She winched when talking made her split lip and bruised jaw complain. "One of them got a hit in, that's all." She wiped at her chin with her cold, gloveless hands, surprised with how much blood she found on her hand afterwards. "It'll stop bleeding in a moment."
She must've looked a sight with the blood trickling down her chin and most probably staining her teeth red if the metallic taste in her mouth was anything to go by.
"I could use some water to get rid of this uncomfortable taste though." She admitted.
"I'll buy you a coke when this is done."
They rounded the corner and approached the defeated men. Nightwing seemed to internally do a headcount and frowned. "There's two missing." He observed.
"I threw them in the harbor." Morgan clarified. "I'll pull them out."
She marched towards the edge of the dock and found the two men, drenched and shivering, flailing around to stay afloat in the icy water. Focusing on the first one, she made the same motion with her hand as she had with the brick and then threw her arm backwards, sending him one soaring out of the water and in an arch above her head, landing with a thud behind her on the hard sidewalk.
She repeated the movement on the other guy – twice because her mental hold slipped on the first try –and he landed on top of the first one, eliciting a groan from both of them.
Sirens interrupted the relative silence on the docks and a moment later, police cars turned the corner, almost blinding Morgan with their flashing blue and red lights.
She kept to the background as Nightwing briefly spoke with the highest ranking officer at the scene, watching as seven cops quickly handcuffed the eleven men and crammed them into their police cars.
Once all the men were secured, she stepped closer to Nightwing and the officer, gaining the elder man's attention. He cast a quick look at her and returned to his conversation with Nightwing before visibly doing a double take and snapping his eyes back up at her, tracing her wings with his brown orbs.
Morgan's first instinct was to feel uncomfortable at someone ogling her wings so obviously, but instead she took a deep breath and squared her shoulders, reminding herself that her wings were an important part of her ability to perform admirably as a superhero. They were not something to hide away. When she was in costume, they were to be proudly displayed.
"She a female Nightwing?" He asked Nightwing, jerking a nod in Morgan's direction. "Nightwingstress?" he grinned at his own joke though neither Morgan nor Nightwing found it particularly funny.
Morgan was about to ask why everybody kept calling her that when Nightwing interrupted.
"No. She's a hero in training." Was Nightwing's no-nonsense response.
"Well we've got to mention her in our report." The officer reminded him. "What's your alias?" He finally spoke to Morgan instead of directing all of his questions at Nightwing like she wasn't even there.
"Uh." Morgan realized for the first time that she didn't actually have a superhero name.
"That's classified at the current time." Nightwing quickly covered for her. "We'll let you know when you need to know."
The officer sighed and shrugged "Alright."
He turned his attention towards his busy officers. "Daniels!" He barked, and a young, red haired policeman looked up at his chief. "How far are we?"
"All criminals and drugs have been apprehended, sir." He responded, voice breaking once, betraying his youth.
"Thank you for your help Nightwing. We'll take care of the rest."
The officer nodded at Morgan and she returned the nod with a small smile. The officer climbed into his police car and Morgan and Nightwing was left behind, the docks growing darker as soon as the blinking police sirens disappeared.
Morgan wiped at her mouth again, pleased to see that the bleeding had already stopped.
"It's one AM." Nightwing spoke up suddenly. "Let's get back. You've got school tomorrow."
She wanted to remind him that so did he, but instead she shrugged and followed after her mentor.
"We totally need to come up with a name for me, by the way." Morgan pondered once they were back onto the roof. Nightwing fired his grapple gun at the next building and propelled himself off of the building, Morgan flying right on his heels. By now it was no problem for her to fly through the city in pursuit of her mentor without exhausting her wings in a few minutes. They'd grown much stronger and Morgan found her appreciation for them growing day by day.
"We do. You'll need a public name if you want to keep your identity a secret. I can't keep calling you Morgan."
"All the good wing names are taken, though." She quipped once they'd landed on the next building. Morgan spotted a McDonalds on the street below them. "You promised me a coke." She reminded him and pointed at the restaurant. It was still open despite the late hour.
"What, do you want me to march right into McDonalds and buy you a drink, in full costume?"
"Uh, duh?"
Nightwing sighed exasperatedly.
Ten minutes later the teenager landed back on top of the roof of the apartment building he'd left Morgan on, carrying not only her coke but also one for him and two hamburgers with fries. He'd climbed the building using only one hand, without spilling a single drop from either of their drinks.
They settled down against the old out-of-use chimney, unwrapping their respective burgers. Morgan stuffed four fries in her mouth and groaned with pleasure. "I haven't had fries in forever." She mumbled and ate another two.
"So, names." Morgan decided after sipping coke noisily through her straw. She smirked mischievously. "What about Captain Morgan?" she joked.
"Absolutely not." Nightwing quickly debunked her suggestion.
"Hey, rumor has it my dad totally chose my name because his favorite drink was Captain Morgan, how fitting wouldn't it be to use it as my superhero name?"
"I'm not letting you name yourself after a brand of rum."
"Fine." Morgan pouted. "But all the good bird names are taken! Hawkgirl, Black Canary, Nightwing.." she listed off on her fingers.
"Who says it has to be a bird name?" Nightwing pointed out before taking a bite out of his burger.
Morgan raised an eyebrow. "I'm kind of working a bird theme here, aren't I?"
"True." Nightwing relented. Morgan pushed herself off of the chimney and turned so she was facing the dark-haired teenager leaning against it, her legs crossed in front of her. "What about 'The Pigeon'?" She suggested dramatically, motioning her hand in front of her face like she was tracing invisible floating letters that read the ridiculous name.
Nightwing coughed once. "No. Be serious."
"The Robin." She smirked, which prompted a small crooked smile from her mentor.
"Already taken." He reminded her.
"Then I'm out of ideas." She gave up and took a large bite out of her burger instead.
"What about.." Nightwing hesitated for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. "Sparrow?"
"Sparrows are brown, though." Morgan pointed out before sipping on her coke, ignoring the way her cut stung when the liquid touched it. "My wings are grey."
"Well, I'm pretty sure no one's going to demand you change your name to something more ornithologically correct."
Morgan considered it for a moment. "The Sparrow.." she mused. "It's not that bad. I could live with it."
"Sparrow for short." Nightwing decided.
"Sure, of course." Morgan agreed. "It's decided, then. Henceforth, I shall be known as Sparrow, Terror of the Night."
She was pretty sure Nightwing was rolling his eyes at her from behind that mask of his.
Their fast food was soon polished off and Nightwing stood up. "We need to get back." He informed her before jumping off the building and using his grapple hook to hoist himself onto the next one. He looked like Tarzan when he did that, Morgan decided.
"You did pretty good, by the way." Nightwing admitted when Morgan had caught up to him. "Taking down those four guys by yourself? Pretty well done."
"Well I have the advantage of a superpower. And a knowledgeable teacher."
1: "Oh god!"
Idk about you, but I think they're adorable idiots.
And look at that! Many of you guys has been excited for her superhero name, and now you got it.
To be honest, I was kinda hesitant about even giving her one when I first started writing this story because a superhero name you aren't used to will always sound lame in the beginning.
Think about it. Batman? Superman? Wonder Woman? We don't think they sound lame because we're used to them, but if you sit down and really think about those names? Yeah, they're kinda silly.
So I hope none of you thinks the name sucks!
I'd love some feedback if any of you have a better idea for her name.
Fun fact: I literally researched birds with grey feathers, but they all had weird names, so I settled for a sparrow. Also, as I wrote 'Chapter fifteen' I had to google how to even spell fifteen because I couldn't for the life of me see if I'd written it correctly. I'm trash.