Night-Shots (Oneshots)

His Little Wing - Robin Jason and Dick - No Ship - Discontinued.

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Side Note: Dick claims Jason, takes him from Bruce as if the new Robin was his own. Grows fond over the new to flying bird.

He knew Jason wasn't his, by blood or by law. 

It was a fact he hated but knew. 

But in truth, Robin was his. 

Bruce may have adopted Jason, gave the street rat a second chance at a home.

But it was Dick who gave the boy a second chance at family. 

He was hurt.

He was angry. 

He was betrayed. 

He was broken. 

And Dick learnt that Jason had felt the same.

The boy needed the promise of being enough, of holding the worth for others to chose to stay, to want him.

And Dick wanted the boy.

He'd claimed the second Robin.

Finding peace with Bruce just to reach Jason safely. 

The adoption papers showed Bruce as the boy's father, but Dick had grown a parents bond with the boy. 

Dick had held the boy close, told stories to keep the nightmares away.

Dick had wiped away the boy's tears and shown him that he was loved and accepted even on the bad days. 

Dick had sung to the boy whenever the boy grew lost, letting the boy find his way back with his voice. 

Dick had taken the boy to school on his first day, had cheered him on and been there to pick him up afterwards. 

Dick had helped with the boy's homework and helped when the boy had asked for it. 

Dick had hinted over the book collection the boy had been talking about none stop when Bruce held no clue what to buy the boy as a present. 

Dick had been both mother and father while Bruce had stood as Batman. 

Nightwing took Robin to the Gotham rooftops, taught him to truly fly. 

He let his little wing experience what it felt to live than to merely survive. 

His little wing had never smiled so bright than he did on those nights. 

Gaining Jason's trust was both honourable and terrifying. 

He knew how hard it was to gain the boy's trust and how easy it was to lose such rare given trust. 

His fear over breaking the trust earned him to step more carefully, not wanting to be another face that betrayed the boy in the near future. 

To make the grounds of trust more equal, he'd taken his Little Wing to meet Haly, his grandfather not by blood who had long since worked out who Gotham's Robin was, knowing his sunshine of a grandson from anywhere. 

Jason was given a home among the Circus if he ever grew to need it and Jason had broken down in tears over being welcomed by a group of mismatched strangers who all held their place among the circus. A place he had now grown to have as well. 

Dick had foolishly assume his little Robin would be safety tucked in his nest waiting for his return whenever he was called away for a mission. 

That he'd fly home and be greeted by moody but fond tweets from the younger bird. 

Not to be drowned in the shadow of a gloomy bat, the heartbroken stares of a grandfather butler and the whispers over every hero around him. 

Joker had stolen his little wing while he was out flying, chasing away other threats from their nest. 

The lost of his parents was never has heart ripping as losing his bird. 

He was meant to be the only bird to fall from lost of wings. 

His death was meant to be the only Robin grave given.

Screaming until his voice was raw. 

Sobbing until his eyes burned. 

Staring out to the cruel city who had stolen his love ones once more until he lost the beauty to her and only saw her true ugly self. 

Swearing he'd clip any and all wings of those who had done his little wing wrong. 

One says that if you chase after revenge, dig two graves. 

He dug the all. 

Being the nice guy meant no one expected him to snap first. 

All had known how dangerous he could be but his heart of cold was apparently enough to keep him in line. 

How could his heart be of gold if it was left squashed by the reaper who had collected his little wings soul. 

His family colours had now been buried twice, now had died as punishment for such crimes and the last family colours to be buried will be his own, stained in others blood and fears.

Joker despised him because he had never truly feared him. 

Joker knew it, and he hated it. 

So, Nightwing gave him one final chance to scare him, before it was his own go at scaring the clown. 

Joker's death wouldn't hit the news for long, his body never found and he would never gain the attention from Gotham or the bat as he had wanted most. 

Nightwing murder to the Joker was the worse Joker could have been given. 

Other rogues started to vanish, appearing once more half frighten to death and left being dealt with their worse nightmares.

Begging and crying to be locked away and never once trying to escape since. 

Batman slowly grew to be unneeded.

Criminals didn't dare to do crime when they knew that someone no longer cared if they lived or died over their sins. 

Batman's fate was cruel, a man who had thrived in crafting himself to be what Gotham had needed the most was no longer needed. Held no other reason to wear a cowl. Batman held no need anymore. 

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A/N: I wanted to give this a go but I hate it. I decided to write this instead of sleeping due to my insomnia acting up and I hate it. I didn't write anything that I had came up with before opening a new chapter and It's just a lame mess. 

But I agreed to not just keep on randomly deleting my writing and so, here is the unfinished and discontinued oneshot that sucks.