Spirit and Blood (A Young Justice Season 3 Fanfic)

Chapter 2

~Demary al Ghul~

October 11, 8:00AM Eastern:

What my mother told me, also added to my rejection of Cole left me extremely cranky in the morning. I had long since learned to control my emotions, so I have to stress it out on training. But I was growing restless. I needed to find my father, ask for answers. Then from there... I guess I didn't know.

~Flashback~

"My father is... Batman?!"

"Yes." My mother gently caressed my cheek. "There's more. When you were only a baby, you nearly died at childbirth. Ra's didn't want to loose another grandchild so he used the Lazarus pit to restore you. But something else happened. The pit has a living spirit, one of immortality and restoration. Because of your young age, the spirit embedded itself into your soul. You now have remarkable powers. With the Spirit of the Lazarus Pit living in you, you have the power to restore... And to tear away." My mom smiled sadly. "And it leaves behind the question... What will you do now? Your powers have not yet been established, neither do I know when they will."

I had bit back the fact that I already had my powers and the Spirit's voice in my head. Now that explained a lot.

"Thank you for telling me this, mother."

"You don't seem fazed in the least, Demary. How long have you known?"

"Since three months ago," I had cautiously replied. "I heard the Spirit and discovered what I was capable of, but I never thought the Lazarus Pit was responsible."

My mother grasped my hand.

"I suppose you will go after the League... After your father?"

"Probably."

"When you see him, tell him I said hi." We had hugged then I had left the room.

~Present time~

I sighed and put my belongs, which consisted of my Journal, some extra clothes, some more weaponry and a picture frame, in my knapsack. I strapped on my double swords and grabbed my staff. It had a special tip. While resting it had a single spiralling ice blue gem in the middle. The tip could change into anything: a grapple line, a blade, a blaster, to list a few. I don't know when I got it. I just appeared in my room one day. As far as I was concerned, it also couldn't break. It was pure black. I glanced around the room one last time before sprinting out of LOS (League of Shadows) territory.

October 11, 11:00PM Eastern:

Gotham was massive. It took me nearly thirteen hours alone to learn to navigate. Yes, most people would take years to know a city by the back of their hand, but I guess you could say I have very very good memory.

I spent another hour to find shelter; a small, kinda run down apartment building in the outskirts of the city. It took me another hour to unpack and hide all my weaponry. I kept my swords an staff at hand still.

The outside air is slightly suffocating with pollution. I wandered down the street looking for anyone out at this late hour. Unsurprisingly all the streets were deserted. Most stores were closed. Only a few gangs loitered around, looking for trouble. I decided not to mess with them, instead took to the roofs to find civilization.

A few homeless people were sleeping along the alley. I decided that was my best shot so I jumped into the alley. Before I could ask anyone anything, another figure jumped in front of me.

"And who are you?" The figure asked, stepping into the light of a street lamp. It was Nightwing. He held his Escrima sticks in a fighting stance. I sighed.

"I'm not here to cause trouble."

"Then why are you here?" Nightwing's fists tightened; I could see it.

He's unsure of your powers or capabilities. The Spirit spoke in my head.

I noticed.

Will you need my assistance?

I'll tell you if I do.

You'd better. I'd hate to lose my first host.

Don't deny the fact that you don't consider me only a host. It was true. Spirit and I had spent three whole months getting to know each other. Hey, he has a personality too. Sure, I freaked when I first discovered his presence, but we're good now.

It is true. You are my first host.

Ugh. Whatever. I rolled my eyes.

Nightwing studied me. What is he looking at?

Oh yeah. I forgot to answer his question.

"I'm here for Bruce Wayne. Do you know where he lives?"

"Why would he concern you?"

I glanced around. Some homeless people were awake. I didn't feel like sharing this information to all of Gotham so I decided to take it somewhere else.

I fired a grapple hook from my staff and swung onto the roofs. I started to run, heading to my apartment building. It took Nightwing a while to ingest my sudden departure; only a second or two; and he quickly followed. I laughed to myself. He could get himself killed for following a stranger.

"Catch me if you can, and I'll tell you everything." I teased and swung onto another building.

He chased me until I reached the apartment. I slipped behind the small door area leading to the roof. Nightwing arrived a few seconds later. He didn't seem to have seen me. Pity. I always heard how incredibly observant Nightwing was. As soon as his back was turned, I tackled him. He pushed me off. I immediately got up. 

"And I thought you were more observant than that, Grayson." I knew a lot of Batman's associates' names. My mom and Batman were a thing. Nightwing's eyes narrowed.

"Relax. I'm not going to tell anyone. And even though you didn't catch me, I'll tell you my secret because I really need to find Bruce Wayne." I smiled playfully.

"That information would be much appreciated."

"Well, first things first. Shall we start with the why?"

"Whatever suits you." Nightwing shrugged.

"Alright. He's my father." Nightwing had a perfect model image of pure shock.

Where is a camera when you need it?