Another Vigilante?

Is He Like, Your Boyfriend Now?

Dick sighed as he watched Peter swing away. As he walked away, he suddenly realized that he hadn't showered in at least two or three days. Grimacing, he made his way over to the bathroom, getting undressed and grabbing a towel from the cabinet as the water warmed up.

He stepped into the shower, sighing as the water hit his skin. Now that he was actually clean for once, he dried himself off and put on a clean set of Peter's clothes. He walked into the kitchen to make something to eat. Which ended up just being a bowl of cereal. He then remembered the one 'person' actually waiting for him at home.

Mildly panicking, he connected to his comms with his brothers. "Can someone check on my dog, Haley? You know, make sure she's still alive." "Tim's got you covered on that," replied Jason's voice. "We aren't just gonna let your dog die." Dick let out a breath of relief before returning to his cereal. "So, how's it going with Peter?" "He's on patrol and I couldn't come with because I got injured on a previous mission. Peter isn't letting me out of his apartment."

"Sounds about right. Everyone knows just how much you hate taking time off to heal any injuries you have." Dick chuckled at that. Reading the comic Peter gave him really gave him insight as to how stubborn and borderline stupid he seemed in that aspect. "Right. Anyways I just took a shower and now I'm sitting in his clothes and eating cereal."

"Is he like, your boyfriend now or something?" "And if he was," Dick replied, amusement lacing his tone. "Then I want to pitch in for the engagement rings." "You're funny." "It's one of my best features. Now I gotta go, I'm approaching my next target's position." "I'll be rooting for you." "Thanks for the thought, but I don't need it." Jason then hung up.

Dick finished his cereal and washed the bowl, drying it and putting it back in the cabinet. He walked over to the couch and sat down, his position changing into more of a lounge than anything as he stretched out. Only for him to wince and recoil a little at the sting of his stab wound. He then noticed that Peter had an Xbox.

He powered it on along with the controller. He looked through Peter's catalog of games, deciding on one titled Injustice 2. His jaw gaped slightly as he soon realized that, not only was pretty much the whole Justice League there, but so was Damian and Jason. He first played as Jason, the Damian. The inaccuracies in fighting style and personality given to both of them hardly surprised him.

After a few matches, Dick called Peter. "You never told me that they turned my family and friends into video game characters." "So you played Injustice?" "Yeah. Needless to say they have to learn on their character reading skills. They got Jason all wrong." Peter snorted,"Good to know. I have a small list of games for you to look at now, starting with Arkham Asylum."

And Dick listened. He managed to get all the way through Arkham Asylum and halfway through Arkham City before turning the console off and falling asleep. Turns out, the vastness that is his subconscious had other plans for him.

He could see the dock burning around him, the heat almost overwhelming as it brushed his skin. His chest felt tight as it heaved, struggling to get one breath out as smoke filled his lungs. He could see Heartless in front of him, although his vision was blurring.

He had to move, to do something, but his body was frozen in place, retaliating. He knew he couldn't leave Blüdhaven. Not like this. Not when there were still so many people who needed him. Red hot pain soon spread across his chest. If he couldn't breathe before, it was damn near impossible now.

He was reminded of one to two months ago, when Joker had taken advantage of his lost and broken mind. That during those few months, all Nightwing stood for was fear and hopelessness. When he had nearly killed his own brothers.

He awoke shaking, his terrified eyes meeting Peter's concerned ones.

-TinyRaptorz