Nightwing's Daughter (Fanfic)

Nightshift

Nightwing's Daughter - Chapter 1

Nightshift

Exhausted, but please I dragged my tired body up the steps to my apartment in the middle of Jump city. I fumbled with the keys in my bag and, finally extracting them, opened the door and tumbled gratefully inside.

So tired I thought as I sat at my desk, clumsily removing the desired materials from my bag. My happy mood subsided somewhat when I saw the work I had left to do. A 2000 word essay on 'The influence of media in today's society.' True it didn't need to be in until next week, but I just wanted to get it done. Even if it's just a draft, Write it! I thought determinedly.

For the next 2 hours or so I stumbled through my report. Referring to the notes that I had made with the help of my dad's uncle, who was a reporter. They made it a lot quicker and about half an hour later I found a completed essay sat in front of me.

Relived, I put away my notes and headed to the living room. I turned on the TV before collapsing on the settee. I vaguely wondered what I would be doing tonight. Helping friends or family? Whichever needs me first I suppose. With that I fell into a dreamless sleep.

I was a light sleeper; I'd known this ever since I was young. I could be woken by the slightest noise. So when I was woken by the sound of gunfire, I thought I was really getting shot at. Bleary eyed and panicked I jerked so violently I fell with a huge THUD on the living room floor. It took me a while to realise that the murderous sound was coming for the news report on my TV. I crawled towards the set and watched a story unfold in front of me.

A break in at the ACE Chemical plant in Gotham. I checked the clock on the mantelpiece, I'd gotten four and a half hours sleep, I felt good for it. Would I be a hindrance? No, I decided I wouldn't. I was better rested than other nights I had gone to work.

I checked my phone. No messages. But still... picking myself up off of the floor, I wandered upstairs at a quick pace to start my night shift. I got changed quickly, and was outside on my bike in record time and with no one seeing me. I was half way to Gotham before I started to think about the situation at hand.

How fast would either team get there? How fast before they got to work? Were they aware that I was on call tonight? If so what would they want me to do once I got to the scene?

As I got into the heart of Gotham, the traffic got heavier and slower, luckily I was on a bike so I could weave in and out with ease. People got out of their cars to hurl abuse at the mad motorbike driver. But the taunts died in their throats and were replaced with cheers of encouragement as they saw it was me. I picked my way through the cars as fast as I could, heading for ACE Chemicals.

The entire building was cordoned off when I arrived. Plant workers and reporters pressed excitedly up against the make sift barrier hurriedly put up by the cops at the scene. I pushed my way through the crowd; I was quiet small, so found it difficult at first. When people saw me however, they parted, allowing me to reach the front with ease. I smiled to myself. Perks of the job. I thought.

I got to the front and addressed the officer closest to me as I ducked nimbly under the barrier. He turned around, shock momentarily covering his face when he saw me. As I walked towards the entrance I caught words like 'The Joker', 'New deadly plot evolving chemicals' and the letters 'B.R.N'. That caught my attention the most. At least I won't be doing this... whatever it was on my own. "Thank you officer... Jones was it?" I double checked his name tag, yep. "Just make sure that no one else enters this building." With that I walked in and shut the door behind me.

As I entered the metal building my skin grew bumpy. It was cold. Colder than the chemical plant should be. Hmmm. I caught sight of my reflection in the surface up ahead of me, completely covered, good. I nodded my silent approval and then pushed on. As I passed a slightly ajar door I heard a familiar laugh that made ice cascade down my insides, that laugh could only belong to one person. The Joker. "Not a bad night hey frostie? We caught all but one of the bat family!" Through his renewed manic gleeful laughter he continued. "Still would have been nice if I had the set... Hey Nightding, where's that pretty little Sparrow that always follows you around?"