Spirit and Blood (A Young Justice Season 3 Fanfic)

Chapter 3

~Nightwing~

October 11, Midnight Eastern:

She's Batman's daughter? I wasn't sure whether to believe her or not. If she was lying, this was the first time I'd ever head a bad guy say that. I hoped she wasn't a villain. She was really something to look at.

Anyway, back to the point.

"How can I be sure?" I asked. Batman's so called daughter sighed.

"I know your real name, Richard "Dick" Grayson," I flinched at that, "and I also know Batman's true identity, along with most of his Robins. Isn't that proof enough? Oh, and my mother's Talia al Ghul? Also Damian's mother?" She did have pretty good reasons for me to believe her.

"Before I decide to trust you, tell me what happened to Ra's?" Ra's had been mortally injured by Black Beetle; last I saw of him, he was being carried away by Ubu. I had decided to take a break from the Team and hero stuff for a while. I had planned on returning to the Team tonight, but I guess this girl would take some time.

"My grandfather's doing fine. He's been recently resurrected... About three months ago, but he's fine now." I nodded. The Lazarus Pit of course.

"I didn't catch your name. It's only fair, considering you know mine." I stated.

"The name's Demary al Ghul. But I guess it's Demary Wayne now..."

Demary. It's a unique but beautiful name.

Grayson, she is 18! You don't know anything about her.

Whatever, let's get her to Batman.

Who doesn't hate the voice in their head.

Demary yawned.

"Do you need rest?" I asked. A sleepy mind is never a good one. She waved it off.

"I'm meeting my father here! I'm pretty sure he's not asleep."

"You're probably right." I muttered under my breath.

"Let's go then." Demary fired a grapple hook from her staff. It was one of the most curious things I ever laid eyes on.

I took out my own hook from my belt and followed. Hey, I was supposed to be leading her. Not vice versa.

After a few minutes, we reached the Wayne Manor. Demary gaped up at it once we were inside the gates.

"That is so... Gloomy." She whispered.

"Typical Bruce Wayne style." I replied. "Let's go." I walked up to the door and knocked. Alfred opened the door.

"Please tell me that's not Bruce Wayne." Demary said dreadfully.

Grinning was the best I could do to suppress a laugh.

"I am most definitely not Bruce Wayne. Master Richard, who is this young lady? A dinner date?" I smiled at Alfred.

"Isn't it a bit late for dinner? Besides, she's Bruce Wayne's daughter." I replied. Alfred rarely showed emotion, and this was no exception.

"Well, second Wayne in a row is it?" Alfred said seriously, but with humour in his voice. He was referring to the time I caught -literally- Damian.

"Uh, are you gonna let us in?" Demary asked.

"It isn't like I can just leave Master Bruce's daughter outside can I?" Alfred moved to the side as Demary and I stepped in the manor.

"Make yourselves at home, I'll alert Master Bruce to your presence." Alfred left the corridor, presumably to go to the Batcave. Demary wandered around like she was in a daze.

"Do you like your father's house?" I asked, feeling awkward at calling Demary Bruce's daughter.

"I suppose." She turned to me. "How is he?"

"Uh, well?" My confusion must've shown, because Demary added,

"No, I meant, what is he like?"

"You can find out yourself." Bruce appeared down the hall and started walking towards us. Demary stared at her father.

"Dad?" She whispered.

"So, how is your mother?" He asked.

"She says hi."

"Oh?" Bruce cracked a small smile. I could feel the awkward tension, so I stepped in.

"Bruce, this is Demary. I thought she would be a nice addition to the Team."

"The Team? The one you've been taking a leave of absence from?"

I sighed.

"Yes, Bruce. You know it."

"Of course I do. I haven't seen Demary in action, but she seems to have done well with a night with you. So you'll introduce her to the Team."

"Me?" I raised my eyebrows. What would they think? More importantly, what would Zatanna say?

"You were planning on going back right?" I had to agree.

"So it's settled. You can meet the Team tomorrow, Demary." And with that, Bruce turned and walked back down the hall. Demary looked disappointed.

"Is he always that distant?"

"He's Batman. You should get used to it."

"I see." Demary's features curled into a frown. "I'll meet you tomorrow. My apartment roof."

"Where you tackled me?"

"Where I tackled you." She affirmed and yawned again. "'Night." And walked out the door.

Well, I wonder how tomorrow will go.