Do You Trust Me? •~|~•Nightwing Fanfict•~|~• (Read Desc)

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"Yo, Nova," Damien's voice cut in, pulling me out of my celebratory state, "Father wants to talk to you."

I stared confused and processing what was said but when it clicked I worried my lip through my teeth. I looked to Alfred with a small smile and he nodded his head, encouraging me to not keep Bruce waiting. With a sigh, and fighting my reluctance, I hurried to follow Damien who was already disappearing back through the door in which he came.

"Slow down," I urged despite keeping up with the teen relatively well.

He didn't respond, just kept walking. He approached a grandfather clock at the end of the hall, of which I learned was the entrance to the Batcave and held it open just long enough I could slip through onto the lift before the hidden door closed. The ride down was silent and tense but I didn't expect much from the boy who made it his goal to have everyone hate him.

A smooth halt and opening of doors and the two of us were quick to get off, finding our way to the massive computer where Bruce, Jay, and Tim reside nearby. Bruce stood with his arms crossed, gazing at the computer screen with contempt. He was donned in his bat get-up minus his face covering. Tim was speaking to him in a hushed tone but the topic didn't seem to amuse anyone. Jay also glanced at the screen but there was more unease than anything in his eyes, even if he was trying to hide it.

Taking a good look, I realized why. Reports flooded the screen of Joker activity and I felt my heart skip a beat. I had to close my eyes and focus on taking several deep breaths to compose myself before approaching the group. when I reopened my eyes I realized just how many gazes were upon me. I clenched my fists and took my first few steps that eventually took me towards the Wayne family.

"I think you can guess what we're here to discuss," Bruce greeted, focusing his contemplative eyes back on the screen.

I could only nod, but I felt a gentle yet firm hand rest upon my shoulder. Normally I would flinch away and get defensive but I recognized the touch to belong to Jason. I looked at him with a small smile of which he returned. I felt a small confidence boost and even managed to bring myself to relax, even if just slightly.

"What do you need from me, Bruce?" I questioned, my tone wavering.

"I need you to help us with patrol. If I'm told correctly, you've got good reflexes and even better sight," he complimented.

"I wouldn't say my sight is that good but I'll take what I can get," I joked half-heartedly.

"It's definitely better than ours," Jason muttered next to me as Bruce continued.

"Either way, the more eyes we get, the sooner we'll find Joker and make sure he's put back in Arkham. I think you know where he is too," he stated.

"Bruce, I hate to disagree but Joker wouldn't go back to the old amusement park after everything. It's too unprotected and, all things considered, he's not one to resettle in an old nest, no matter how familiar," I countered, "Knowing him, he probably killed everyone that worked under me in his absence and is reforming with worse people."

"That's why you're also going to lure him there once we manage to generalize his location," Tim broke in, "and help us capture him."

"So now I'm just bait for a long game of hide and go seek mixed with tag," I scoffed.

"When you out it like that, it almost sounds like you're going to die," Tim argued.

"She very well could," Jason countered, his hand sneezing my shoulder a bit too tight.

"I could die, but I'm willing to do it," I sighed, feeling my shoulders droop, "If it means taking psychos off the streets, I'll do it. It's not much different than what you guys do right?"

"There's a big difference," Jason growled, taking his hand off my shoulder.

"Jason, you told me you wouldn't let your emotions get in the way of this," Bruce spoke up harshly.

"My emotions are more than reasonable and you know full well why," Jason argued.

"Everyone shut the hell up," I demanded, immediately getting silence from the group, "I'm doing this whether you like it or not. I'm not arguing about it."

"She wants to go on a suicide mission, that's her fault," Damien shrugged nonchalantly.

"It won't end in suicide. I have a plan for this plan. And that's all you need to know," I continued.