Just Robin Oneshots Part 2

Nightwing being a badass pt 2

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"How many years has it been since it was just us?" Artemis asked. The original young justice team, minus you know who, decided that they'd been letting the younger heroes take all the good work and planned a mission together. Aqualad took on his old role as the leader to spare Nightwing of the burden. Plus it only added to the enjoyable nostalgic feeling they all got. "Coming up on five years," Superboy responded.

"And you look the exact same, how I envy you," Nightwing commented, flashing a smile.

"Don't worry, you're still our wittle Robin," Artemis assured him, putting the younger in a headlock and scuffing up his hair. He pushed her away with a cackle. After hardly hearing it for the last year, it was a blessing to hear it again. "My Robin days are far behind me now. I don't know what I was thinking with that cape," he replied.

"Aww but your cape was so cute," Miss Martian whined. "I remember when you used to get all tired and use it as a blanket." He scoffed, playing off the slight embarrassment he felt. 

"Then I'd have to carry you off the ship because nobody wanted to wake you up," Aqualad reminded them. Those were the days he was most fond of. They seemed so far away now. They'd all changed so much yet there were always some things that were far too ingrained in them to die out. Things such as Miss Martian's love for cheesy tv shows and Superboy's unsettling ability to stare at you for ten minutes without blinking. "Bored of this now, let's get some action," Nightwing announced. They couldn't help but smile. Still the same kid, only taller. 

"Someone's thirsty for action. Things slow in Bludhaven?" Artemis asked.

"Hardly. Babs just isn't letting me out half as much. Something about "you'll only make yourself stressed trying to manage a team, patrol, and missions and you need to take care of your mental health." I stop listening once she starts about it," he complained.

Their mission was somewhat hard but of course, they'd make it much harder than it needed to be. Even though it had been a while, they still had that Young Justice luck they'd been blessed with as teenagers. As they sat there, tied up in a basement, they couldn't help but laugh at themselves. "Do the new ones have our luck?" Aqualad inquired, struggling against his bonds.

"Of course they do! You should've seen Blue's face when I told him about our luck. We agreed there was a curse on the Mountain," Nightwing replied. His eyes watched the door carefully, his head still banging from the knock out blow. You'd think his head would've got used to the harsh hit the butt of a gun could do but apparently not. "We have an audience," he said before sticking his tongue out at the guard. 

"Don't antagonize the guys with guns. Last time I checked, your suit isn't bulletproof," Superboy cautioned.

"But it's so fun," he groaned. The older rolled his eyes. Nightwing's attention soon turned to their weapons that lay just out of reach of their jail cell. He studied the routes to get it, figuring out which ones would work and which ones would get him shot for trying. "What're you planning bird boy? I can hear the cogs in your head turning," Artemis teased.

"Relying on me to save you? Way to live up to the stereotype," Nightwing taunted back. She gave him a warning glare but it only made him grin mischievously. "Supes, fancy being a lookout?" He nodded and began concentrating on the man outside the door.