Ravenwing *Discontinued*

Chapter 7

Dick Grayson P.O.V

     It didn't take long to arrive at the nightclub. As we stepped inside, I took a moment to assess it in case it came to a fight. It was a mostly open place, with a VIP area cordoned off. There was a bar against one wall and there were stools in front of it. In the center of the room, the DJ stood at the top of a cylindrical tower that seemed to only be accessible via a set of stairs that wound around the tower. I couldn't make out many details from the scene because it was dark and there were lights flashing everywhere.

     Me and Christina found some stools near the bar so we could see the entire club. Then we sat down and waited for any signs of the attack.

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     "Ugh," Christina groaned. "This is so much more boring than I thought it would be."

     I chuckled. "It's only been half an hour, Christina."

     "Are you sure? Feels like it's been hours."

     I turned to face her. "You know," I told her. "It would be a lot less boring if you would dance."

     "I can't dance."

     "Can't or don't want to?"

     She crossed her arms. "Both. Anyways, we're supposed to be keeping a lookout, remember?"

     I turned to face the club. "There," I announced. "I'm keeping a lookout. Now will you come dance, Tina?"

     She didn't reply. "Tina?" I asked, turning to face her.

     It took me a moment to realize she had her eyes closed, and there were tears making tracks down her face.

     Nice job Grayson, I thought sarcastically. You've been alone with her for half an hour and you've already made her cry.

     I walked over to kneel in front of her seat. "What's wrong Christina?" I asked.

     "It's nothing," she managed. "Just please don't call me Tina."

     "Why not?" I asked, then immediately regretted it as she looked away. She took a few breaths before replying.

     "My boyfriend used to call me Tina."

     "What happened to him?" I mentally slapped myself for blurting out the question.

     "He-" she stopped herself, wiping away a few tears. "I can't talk about him right now. Just don't call me Tina. Please."

     "Alright," I told her. "But you're not escaping a nickname altogether. How about Chrissy?"

     She nodded slowly. "If you insist on giving me a nickname, Chrissy is fine."

     I rose, grabbed her hand, and pulled her up to stand. "I do insist on the nickname," I stated. "I thought you knew everything about me Chrissy. Surely you know that."

     Then she did something that surprised me. She pulled me into a hug and placed her head on my shoulder.

     "Thanks Dick," she whispered. "You're one of the best friends I've ever had."

     The word "friend" set a little pang of pain through me, but I didn't show it. She pulled out of the hug. "Now," she said, as if nothing had happened. "I hate to ruin my own moment, but you may want to change."

     I was about to ask wh when all the lights suddely turned off and the music stopped. Immediately, I pulled out my mask and gloves, and removed my tux, revealing my costume underneath.

     Moments later, a spotlight appeared focused on the DJ booth and in the light from it, I saw that Christina was also in costume. A man ran down the stairs from the tower, but we were focused on the man at the top. Scarecrow.

     Christina looked at me. Call Bruce, she mouthed.

     I reached dow to m belt and pushed a button, contacting the cave, then we both focused our attention on Scarecrow. Suddenly, his voice rang out through the speakers.

       "Now, now my dear partygoers," he announced. "There's no need to fear. Despite how it may seem, I'm not here for you. I'm only here for one person, and if I don't see her in three minutes, then I'll release my fear gas. Now, if our dear miss Nightraven would come and see me, everyone can go home like nothing happened. I hapen to know you're here tonight, so make the choice. I'll be waiting."

Christina P.O.V

     I looked over at Nightwing. Of course, he was shaking his head. I leaned over to whisper in his ear.

     "Get the civilians out. I'll keep Scarecrow busy."

     I heard him whisper-yelling behind me as I walked over to the base of the tower. I used the winds to fly myself up to the top. As I watched Scarecrow, I saw Nightwing evacuating civilians out of the corner of my eye. I just needed to buy him enough time. 

     "Excellent choice my darling," Scarecrow told me. "It's very rare for me to make this sort of trip for one person, so you should be very honoured."

     "Why would you make this trip, risk getting caught, just to get to me?!" I demanded. "What makes me so special?"

     "Well," he informed me. "There are some rumours circling around that you have quite a few interesting fears. I think you woud make an excellent test subject for my new serum."

     "And what makes you think I'll come with you?"

     "I believe you value the life of your companion, and if you do, you'll come with me."

     He pointed over the side of the DJ booth and sure enough, Nightwing was unconscious with a knife to his throat.

     "Nightwing!" I yelled, turning to fly down.

     The moment I turned, I felt the sting of a needle in my back.

     Idiot, I scolded myself. You turned your back on Scarecrow.

     The last thing I heard was his laughter as the world slipped away from my grasp and I fell into unconsciousness.

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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNN! Cliffhanger! I am really tired right now, so this author's note is really short. Let me know what you thought of the new chapter and I'll see you guys next week!

Well, not see technically........... You know what I mean. I'm gonna go now. BYEEE

Thanks for reading, 

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