BLUDHAVEN (Nightwing Fan Fic)

Chapter 11 (EDITED)

~~DICK~~

I really underestimated Scarlett's fighting skills; I was still stunned how she dislocated her shoulder in order to break my grip on her arm. Not only was she able to dislocate her shoulder she was able to pop it back in place and not even flinch at the pain it may have caused. I guess Blockbuster's powers made her more problematic for me to handle even, I was still trying to figure out why she started punching the wall. It seemed like she would have spurts of uncontrollable anger so maybe she was probably forcing herself to break the walls instead of letting them at my chest. I guess maybe that would be better than having shattered ribcage, she would definitely have turned my bones to splinters with that newly given strength. I knew now I needed a lot more information on Blockbuster and his powers if I was going to stop Scarlett and Desmond. I rubbed my throat from where her knee pressed against, I grabbed my other Escrima stick from the ground holstering them and started to stand. Once I got to my feet I felt my body drop back to the floor, my body definitely ached as I forced myself to stand again moving slowly towards my bike that was parked in an alleyway a few blocks over. Maybe tomorrow after class I'll try to see if Scarlett has any weak spots while she was in the fitness center, it will be the only option I have to stopping her before she does something she regrets. I dropped into the alleyway where my bike was, I clutched my side when I swung my leg over the bike starting the engine.

"Oracle...? Oracle...are you there?" I asked after placing my helmet on over my mop and began to drive across the streets heading back to the apartment before anyone could notice my appearance.

"Dick? What happened? Are you okay? Your suit's bio readings are showing that you may have a cracked rib." she questioned that explained why my side was killing me, luckily for me that my accelerated metabolism will help me heal a lot quicker then the average person. Though hearing Barbara's soft tone, to hear that she still cared even though she and I broke us off a year ago was nice to hear her concern again.

"That explains why my side is killing me...I'm alright Barb. I was just in the fight of a lifetime; it was worse than Bruce's teachings I'll tell you. Do me a favor, I need a record on the serum that Blockbuster injected into himself and what the extent of his abilities are? If there is anything I can use to stun him, it will be very helpful." I exclaimed something felt off inside me, maybe it was because I was sore but I think it was towards Scarlett. 

"Okay I'll send it to you later, go get some rest before your next class." She answered with the com on her end cut off before I could say anything else. I shook my head because I didn't want to rest, I needed this information now but I wasn't going to argue with her. After a few swerves on my bike I made it home just as the sun came up, I parked my bike in the garage moving into my mini cave below. I pulled off my costume placing it on the mannequin grasping my side when I pulled off the breastplate of my costume and when I glanced down I saw a fresh bruise forming. Slowly moving back to my apartment I walked to the shower, I ran the water on cold slowly touching my bruised side with my fingertips feeling the bone slightly cracked. It was already starting to heal thankfully but it still ached, I got into the shower letting the cold water pour down on my neck. The water was soaking my brown hair while it streamed down my chest and back removing the sweat and makeup from my skin. I closed my eyes pinning both hands against the tiled walls pushing my face under the water again to remove the residue of the makeup around my blue eyes. In my mind I flashed back to the fight I experienced with Scarlett; I remembered her file and it was right about her being a star martial artist. If she was on our side I think Bruce would want her to train under him and take Barbara's old position as Batgirl whether or not that was a compliment or an insult was still unsure to me. Then thoughts of Barbara came flooding through my mind like a tidal wave; memories of our past together and of her getting shot. I couldn't seem to shake what happened to Barbara out of my thoughts; I should've been there to stop Joker from shooting her in her spine. I was helpless to stop him and Bruce believed I was going to be pushed over the edge since I was still angry. I know it was a year ago now but Barbara ended the relationship with me because she feared for my safety. She worried about me going off halfcocked in a fight knowing that she would never forgive herself if I got hurt too. I was hoping that this was just a phase since she was dealing with a lot at that time. Then out of the blue she started seeing another guy and it did cut into my heart that she would do that six months after we ended our engagement. She is still with that guy today even though he doesn't know about a good portion of her life she seems to enjoy having a romance outside of all of this. I guess maybe I should take her advice and finding another girl to take my mind off her and the past since I knew that we weren't getting back together anytime soon. The thought of me seeing someone else would be impossible especially with my mind racing with many thoughts such as school, Scarlett and Roland Desmond. Even if I found a girl to be with it, I knew right now that it would be impossible for me to focus on anything. My hand slowly closed into a fist before I slammed it against the wall angrily seeing the tiles crack against my fist. I was right now trying to figure out what I was going to do with Scarlett, if I pushed her as Dick then she may get suspicious of my intentions and if I push her as Nightwing then she will make good on her threat and probably crush my windpipe. I removed my fist from the tiled wall to the shower knob quickly turning it off and grabbed the towel from the rack next to me. I quickly rubbed the towel against my dark hair before wrapping it over my waist. I looked at the mirror in front of me seeing the bruise was now fading from my side which told me that my rib was healing. I moved into my bedroom grabbing a pair of my black sweatpants and a clean pair of boxers from the drawer. Quickly I changed into them before tossing the towel into the basket next to the entrance to the bathroom door. I went into my living room which had a similar setup to what I had in my mini cave, the computer up here was connected to the one downstairs so if I didn't feel like going to that one I could use this one. I sat with my elbows on the desk with both of my hands on my chin while I tried to figure out what to do now as I ran through the old information Barbara sent me. I was hoping for some sort of clue to help me but nothing in this information was helpful. It was about eight in the morning and my next class was at two this afternoon so if I crashed now I would get at least six hours to rejuvenate myself. My entire body was exhausted, I guess a few hours of sleep couldn't hurt and I headed back into my bedroom again. I placed my alarm on my phone setting it to around noon then placed it on the end table rolling my body onto the bed and I felt myself drifting to sleep. So many images flooded into my view whether I pictured Barbara and me then her getting shot and I was helpless to stop it. Or I saw Scarlett looking desperate for my help even though she didn't want it and Desmond about to rip her apart in front of me. What am I going to do?