Nightwing's Daughter (Fanfic)

The Unwanted Plan

The Unwanted Plan

Unsurprisingly I didn’t get much sleep that night, I was to stress about the idea that the Joker could be anywhere. When I finally managed to close my eyes and drop over the edge into oblivion, he was waiting in the darkness, forcing me to relive not only my mother’s death, but my new worst nightmare, my father’s death. Each time death impacted with either of them I would wake up in a panic to realise I was in the confines of my safe warm room, dad sleeping soundly just a couple of doors away.

After dad was killed in a very violent and graphic way involving him being kicked from the top of a very tall building – possibly Wayne Industry’s, I wasn’t quite sure – for the third time that night, I had had enough. Finally deciding that sleep would not be kind to me that night, I made my way silently down stairs. Just to be sure that he was indeed in his room I checked in on dad, pushing the door open as quietly as I could. His bed was empty.

Maybe he was in the kitchen.

I made my way downstairs, the lights weren’t on. A growing sense of unease inside me said something was definitely wrong. I pressed myself against the wall, edging towards the kitchen, worrying about what I would find; I took a chance, flicking on the light. Nothing. He wasn’t there either. I didn’t know whether I was relived or annoyed.

He must be in the basement.

Hell bent on asking him what the hell he thought he was doing in the basement at two in the morning I ran down the stairs - flicking the light off as I did so - punched in the key code and was gearing myself up for a dramatic entrance. The door swung open, “What the hell do you…”

He wasn’t there. I did a sweep of the basement and couldn’t see him. What I did see though were the computer monitors, they glowed with a sickening white light. I rushed over, pinpointing certain areas on the various screens. Arkham was highlighted. 

Arkham? Why would he be interested in Arkham? Corey wasn’t due for realise until later that day.  

Something wasn’t right.I went into auto pilot. According to the monitors Nightwing hadn’t left the basement, which was true, Nightwing was protected between a wall and pane of glass. But where was the man that filled the iconic suit? I walked up the stairs, locking the basement behind me making my way towards the stairs that led to upstairs. The front door opened.

I flung myself at the nearest wall, pressing myself against it as the figure came closer, what I was going to do I didn’t know; when they flicked the light on it would be over. The click of the light was like a bullet shot in the silence, I kept still, screwing my eyes closed as the light pierced my sensitive pupils, used to the dark.

“Charlotte?” To my surprise, it was Chase. I opened my eyes.

“Charlotte?” He asked again, sounding more desperate. “

I’m here.” I relaxed and peeled myself away from the wall. I didn’t know what I had been expecting, but Chase West walking into my house at two in the morning wasn’t one of them. He span around looking sick.

“Charlotte oh thank god you’re still here.” He rushed forward and enveloped me in a bone crushing hug, burying his freckled face in my bed head style hair.

I was stunned and confused to say the least, “O-of course I’m still here… Why wouldn’t I be?” I asked slowly, I was still rather sluggish while he told me what had happened.

“The Joker, h-he got your address, figured out where your dad worked.” I gasped at this, dad had been right, nowhere was really safe.

“He sent a message to Batman, telling him he had picked his new targets. Batman of course contacted your dad; this was about thirty minutes ago. He didn’t want to go as Nightwing… he went straight to the police station, handing himself right over to the Joker, in the promise… in the Promise that he wouldn’t hurt you.”