Nightwing - One Shots

~Injured Bird - Part 1-~

The clock rang loudly and Superboy jumped through the already shattered window, landing on his left foot and right knee.

He stood and glared at the three enemies with hatred glittering in his eyes before glancing at the doorway and another window above his.

A speedster soon sped inside with a 'Zip' sound and soon enough Impulse was standing beside Superboy with fists up and his own penetrating glare.

Next the door busted open and Nightwing had his batons in each hand with a defense stance.

He nodded towards the two other heroes and after a second or so, they all charged.

Running up, Nightwing front flipped over Poison Ivy and landed a few feet away from her, sliding backwards with a scraping sound. Ivy let out an annoyed grunt before raising a fisted hand, stretched it out and opened it with as much force as she could muster.

A vine shot up from the dusty floor and the ground cracked open, as if the earth was going to split in half. Nightwing grimaced at the thought of the workers having to clean and fix all this up afterwards, but never-the-less, he dodged the vine as it slammed into the floor beside him.

Harley backflipped and some how landed perfectly on top of a crate, without breaking it or herself. She laughed like a maniac and threw her head to the left, her multi-colored pigtails flying every which way.

"Catch me, Speedy-boy!" She burst into more laughter and jumped up, barely missing Impulse run past as he tried grabbing her shirt.

Only seconds later, Superboy was already beginning a fist fight with his own enemy, which Nightwing didn't really recognize.

The hero's eyes watched as Impulse sped past, using one of Poison Ivy's vines to run up and jump, luckily grabbing onto Harley's shoe and holding on. Harley squealed in such a fashion she might've broken a window or two, then kicked with as much force as a puppy. Impulse was the next to lau-

"Haiyah!" Was the last thing Nightwing heard before his eyes snapped back to Poison Ivy, attention wavering. A vine was flying with full force toward him and he had no where to run. It was too late.

"NIGHTWI-" Impulse shouted, accidentally losing his own focus on Harley Quinn and slipping. He yelped, falling to the ground with nothing but dust to cushion his hard fall.

Superboy himself was instantly distracted when he heard the distressed yell and his head whipped around, scanning the area to find where it came from. But before he could reply or even take another step forward, a fist was slamming itself into his chest, making him fall to the ground himself.

Nightwing was pinned. A vine was curling itself around his arm and shoving itself into the ground to hold him down. Another vine came up and held his head down by his neck, snaking itself over his adam's apple and staying there.

He groaned and swallowed, trying to escape as another vine snaked itself around his other arm and each of his legs. Trapped, he couldn't call for help, or move to signal the other members of his team, so he did the only thing the hero could remember to do in this situation.

Richard closed his fist, feeling around for the secret button underneath his glove and sighed in pained relief when he felt it finally. He clenched his jaw and grit his teeth together before hitting the button with full force, or as much force as he could muster.

"See, now you're mine." Poison Ivy slithered, smirking at him from above. The word 'mine' seemed as if she had everything under control. Dick smirked, not for long.

When she finally noticed his knowing glare and the smirking lips she sneered and walked up to him with a look of pure fury replacing her sassy expression.

"You littl-"

A batarang flew past her, and stabbed into one of her thick vines, cutting her sentence off. (Pun intended.)

Nightwing suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of pain on his thigh. His eyes travelled down and he couldn't help but let out a tiny whimper of pain. A huge cut from the hip to his knee was leaking a slightly larger-than-expected trail of blood.

"Get away from him and take your vines with you." Batman stepped into the room, eyes glaring only a glare he could perform.

Poison Ivy's head whipped around with the look of a deer in headlights. She scrambled back, but made no move to leave.

"You...didn't- hear- h-him?" Nightwing choked out, smiling ever-so-slightly.

Ivy's eyes averted to him and in a split second she sneered and he spluttered in pain, the vine around his neck tightening.

"Shouldn't have done that." She spat, glaring at the boy.

"No, you shouldn't have done that." Bruce snapped, raising a batarang throwing it with full force toward her before disappearing into the shadows of the dark room.

And that was the last thing Nightwing heard before his eyes drifted closed and his head lolled to the side with nothing but a vine to keep it in place.