warning curse words :)
"Well this is disappointing."
Jason lightly kicks Slade's boneless body, frowning in disgust at the drool leaking from his mouth.
"We know he's alive anyway" he scoffs.
"What the hell happened to him?" Barbara whispered, slightly horrified by the dull lifeless eye staring through her.
Batman kneeled near the body, a needle in hand. Pulling at the material at Slade's neck, the needle pierces skin allowing crimson liquid to creep in. "A blood analysis will tell us. Robin, take this sample to the batcave. Take Oracle with you"
"What about Nightwing?"
"We'll find him"
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Renegade....Nightwing...Grayson?
He found himself running across the rooftops for the second time tonight....or was it his first? It was confusing, he could remember running, his chest heaving, but he could also remember sitting and laughing with someone before.....something?
Finally coming to a stop, he runs a gloved hand through his hair, a flash of blue catching his eye. He was Nightwing then. Sitting on the edge of the building he pulled a knee up to his chest and rested a tired arm on it. He stared at his reflection on his gauntlet computer. This mask didn't belong to the Nightwing uniform, it was sharper around corners. Looking down he realised he wasn't in the Nightwing suit. While blue remained on the suit, along his arms. It connected in the centre of his chest in an 'S'. It made him feel sick.
He was confused about who he trusted, his memories, his past, but he knew Nightwing was his. He created him and worked for it, earned it. It didn't matter who betrayed him. Nightwing was constant. Even if he couldn't remember clearly, he knew he wasn't Renegade. He had been there before and he didn't like it.
He squeezed his eyes shut as memories flashed across his eyes. It was painful. His hands pressing his eyes into his skull. Colours sparked and swirled with the pressure he was putting his own eyes under. He gasps, sounds stuck in his throat. He shuffles away from the edge of the building, his boots sliding and blindly pushing against the wall, the floor, anything that would ground him.
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"Show me"
He would gladly show her. He pulled up the computer in his gauntlet and he scrolled...and scrolled and typed and opened folders and checked for corrupted files, missing cases, a foreign code. Nothing.
"What!...there's nothing? I had it right here!"
"See Dick. Bruce didn't kill your parents. Slade is playing mind games with you"
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Barbara Gordon. She was constant.
The pain dwelled for a little while longer, before it dulled to a subtle ache. His head may be a mess of fake and real, but Barbara was real and he will hold onto that. He lay flat on his back for awhile longer, filtering good and bad memories. Slade didn't provide a lot to stand on. The emotions were not strongly attached to Slade's memories so they had to be fake? Two separate Christmas memories, birthdays were all over the place. The inconsistencies were adding up.
Slade had been a thorn in his side for so long, why would he believe anything he said. Why had he believed Slade so readily?
He couldn't tell who he could trust, but he knew he will never trust Slade.
Standing abruptly he got moving again. He needed to get far away, but he was so tired. Bone dragging tired with a weight in his chest and a emotional tightness around his throat. He grasped at the S on his chest, ripping it from the costume. He dropped it on the rooftop and stood on it.
"Fuck you"
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"Oracle?"
"Yes Robin?"
She was tired and worried and incapable of providing emotional support to a Wayne al' Ghul, or whatever he classed himself as.
"Do you think they will find Nightwing." He was showing his true age, his voice was small but when she looked at him his face was hard, small eyebrows digging into the v between his eyes.
He turned to face her and she could see the hurt and vulnerability in them. The eye covers of his mask was off, revealing bloodshot whites and shiny iris', the colour popping out at her painting a puppy dog look. She sighed.
"They will Damien. They will"
She didn't know who she was trying to comfort more.
wow they are finally out of that maze, I hadn't realised how long that took. What a drag XD
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FanfictionStanding up, Dick stretched, his shoulders popping as he pulled them behind his neck. He was still wearing the uniform Slade Wilson forced him into, except now there was a messy blue Nightwing sigil across his chest and shoulders courtesy of Dick's...
