Untitled (Dick Grayson)

Little

Waking up was terrible this morning because Nightwing wouldn't let go of me. I struggled for around 10 minutes before finally breaking free. I rushed out of the door and somehow found my way to the living room, being greeted by Alfred with a silver tray in his hand.

"Good morning, Miss King, I have made breakfast for you. You woke up awfully early this morning."

"That's a surprise."

"Everyone is busy for various reasons. Master Grayson is still sleeping."

"Do you want me to wake him up?" I ask.

"If you wouldn't mind, Miss King."

I nodded and walked back to the room, staring at Dick's sleeping face. I sighed and pushed him around a little. He didn't even budge. So I shook him harder and I got the same results.

I tried being soft with him. I ran my fingers through his hair and told him to wake up softly. Then I started getting impatient because I knew he was awake now, but he still let me touch his hair. So I let go and walked over to open his blinds. "Wake up Dick."

I left the room and stood by the door waiting for him, with hands on my hips, I glared at him as he exited the room. "What?" He asked.

"You cuddle too much and it's awkward."

"Why were you in my room in the first place?" He asked, smirking.

"Because you left me in a big house with people I don't know and I wanted to look for you. The only reason I dragged you to bed was because I didn't want you to hurt your back." I said, upset that he even asked the question.

"Okay then. Do you know where the others are?"

"They left already."

"So, what do you want to do today?" He asked, nodding.

"I'm going for a run, and you can do whatever." I said. "Did you bring any of my clothes here?"

"No, but I have some spare girl clothes for people your size." He said.

"I don't even want to ask why you have girl clothes in the first place. Where can I find them?" I ask, looking straight at him.

"They should be in my closet. I'm leaving to do some stuff. Have fun with your running." He said and ran off. Heh, he almost looked faster than me. Almost.

I put on some suitable running attire and went outside, trying to find a suitable place to run. I decided to just run around on the street. Give myself a little challenge I guess.

I ran past some cars and jumped over some of them. I could see some of them flip me off and I just laughed. I ran far, maybe across a bridge, I couldn't remember because I realized I was chasing after something. Something nostalgic, I could tell. But I couldn't place my finger on what I was chasing after.

But when I finally made it, I understood. It was an old alleyway, with a little light and a few trash bags. The only difference between this alleyway and the next were the drawings on the wall. I recognized them. But there were 3 people in the alleyway, I saw them attacking someone and it made me angry. They couldn't harm people where I grew up.

I walked up to the people fighting the innocent and tapped on one's shoulder. I gave him a small grin before punching him in the face. He jumped back slightly before I grabbed him and flipped him over my shoulder, breaking his arm in the process. He screamed in pain and I watched as he slowly fell asleep from the pain. 

I heard two people try to come up behind me. They clearly didn't know how to fight properly because I could easily backhand them with my fist. I heard them both grunt but they weren't down yet. I turned around and kicked one of them in the neck, right on the pressure point that paralyzed him.

The next was a girl, her nose was bleeding from my previous attack. She attempted to kick me in the face, but I grabbed her leg and threw her in the air. I caught her before she hit the ground and simply dropped her head on the ground, knocking her out.

I picked up the innocent and helped him up. "Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'm fine, but who are you? I've never seen you around before?" He asked.

"I'm nobody really, do you want me to call an ambulance or something?" I asked, looking at his beaten up face.

"No, I'm fine, my house is just a few blocks away. Thank you for saving me." He said walking away from me.

I looked around my childhood home. It looked the same as usual. Everything was little, even the drawings. There was a little cardboard box and a little trashbag. Everything was little.

But in the corner, there was a little door. And when you opened it, you would find little training statues. They were all broken, of course, but that was because the person who trained here began fighting real people.

I missed this place, it's sad, but life was okay here. I was still a kid and I didn't have to worry about anything. I studied the pictures, they were washed off a little, but I could still tell what I drew.

Batman and Robin. I saw them run by my alley a few times when I was a kid, and I looked up to them. They were the ones who motivated me to become strong and actually do something with my life. 

I sat down on a trash bag and began to think, until I heard a breath. It was faint, but I know what I heard. I pretended not to notice as I slowly got up and walked around.

I bent over and picked up a wood plank, before the king of up and hitting the person. I saw a flash of blue and black before I kicked into the person's stomach and lifting up only to see Nightwing.

 "Nightwing?"

(This is a part one)