Angel in Gotham

Is Bruce Adopting Another Child?

I got a couple comments (thanks Dragon-Kitty and TinkyWinky/Tink for your very interesting commentary, I find it funny), so I'm going to attempt to write another chapter and see how it goes. Also this authors note is being written before the chapter, so I have no idea how this plays out. 

Nico woke up in an unfamiliar room. He was in some kind of hospital, or something of the sorts, because the ceiling looked like dark natural stone. And by natural, he meant it looked like a cave. So where in Hades was he? He could barely move, and his eyes hurt to open. Very slowly, but surely, Nico sat up. He was laying on a bed in some sort of med-bay, but it didn't look like any hospital he knew. Okay so what do I remember? Those two hero-ish people stopped some assholes from beating me up, and then they asked a bunch of questions and I passed out. So, thinking logically, they probably saw all of my injuries and brought me somewhere to get fixed up. Nico self-assed himself, nothing that his torso, arm, and shoulder had been bandaged expertly(expertly as in Will would probably like to shake the hand of the person that did them), and he was hooked to an IV. 

His magic levels felt better, and Nico could tell he regained some of his strength, lost the previous night. Someone had put his shirt back on him which made himself feel better, although Nico was not very happy to learn that he now had massive rips in it. He had really liked the shirt too. It was a dark grey shirt with a white silhouette of a wolf and the moon. Simple, but he thought it looked nice on him. His aviator jacket was strung over a chair next to the bed, and beyond his little corner of IV's and monitors, laid other beds, operating tables, and bunch more medically stuff the Nico didn't have the energy to name. 

He was half debating just fucking the IV and leaving but the people responsible for bringing him here walked in. 

"Great, it's you two fucks again." Nico sighed deepily. He wasn't in the mood for any of their questions. Nightwing actually looked a little hurt by the sentiment, but Batman didn't seem to care. 

"Wow, I'm sensing some hostility here. " Nightwing sat down on the chair Nico's jacket was draped over. "Is there anyway we can change that?"

"Yeah. Leave me the fuck alone. I don't want to be," Nico gestured around the odd room, "here. Wherever here is." 

Nightwing nodded understandingly. "Sorry, but you can't leave until you finish your IV, and we still have questions we need you to answer." The IV Nico understood, but he really didn't care about whatever they had to say. 

Batman stepped forward from his lurking on the side. "What's your name? And why were you alone so close to Crime Alley last night? It's dangerous around there." This was the first time Nico had actually paid attention to him talk. His voice was extremely gravelly and he had no idea how he was talking like that without destroying his throat. 

"First of all, is your throat okay??? Do you need a lozenge or something? Maybe a glass of water? Second, because you people are so insistent, I'm Nico. Also Crime Alley? Is that a Gotham thing? Third, where in the gods names am I?" Nightwing started cracking up so hard he almost fell out of the chair, and Batman grimaced harder. Laughter was heard coming from outside the doors, and three other figures walked in each with their own costume. 

"I like this kid. He's got a sense of humor. I'm Red Hood." The tallest of the three figures walked in, wearing a domino mask, like Nightwing, with a similar bodysuit and a tan jacket, holding a red helmet. 

"B sure does know how to pick em'. I'm Red Robin." The next tallest of the three, who had a cape and looked like a traffic light. 

"Wait Red Robin??? Like the burger place? You named yourself . . . after a burger joint?" This time Nightwing actually fell out of the chair laughing this time, and Red Hood doubled over. Even Batman and the tiny traffic cone with the swords smirked a little.