BlueJay and Nightwing |Fem Percy and Nightwing romance

VI

      Percy shot up. She realized she was in her bed, in her room. Her apartment. But hadn't her place been blown up? This was giving fake vibes, like at the end of Captain America. She got out of bed only to see Batman. Only, something was off. He was standing way too still, even for the Gotham Knight. And he seemed slimmer, like...like it wasn't whoever Batman actually is. In fact, the figure standing in Percy's room looked about...Dick's height. Right as she had that thought, 'Batman' smiled creepily, sinister-like. His arm slowly emerged from his cape, which was wrapped around his frame. He was holding something pointy and matte.

A Batarang.

He then removed his mask, and Percy saw dull azure eyes, pupils super small, psychotic-like. Without warning, the now unmasked hero-turned-villain threw the Batarang, and everything went dark.
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Percy screamed. As soon as she was conscious, she started to scream, and shortly cried. Her door swung open to reveal the same eyes and frame as the character in her dream...no.
Vision.
Something told her she had guessed correctly. It was a vision, a warning. He ran over to her, but she scrambled back towards the headboard. She was terrified, to be Frank. The young vigilante looked puzzled, and elected there was only one thing that could make her calm down. He, after a moment of hesitation, ripped off his mask. This somehow made Jj more scared. Dick was even more confused now.
'Girls.' He thought exasperatedly.
"Hey. Hey! Jj, what's wrong?! Did you have a bad dream or something?!"
The girl in question had somehow found a knife. It didn't have a sharp point, nor was it serrated, no. It was a butter knife, the same one Dick had used the day before. Her olive skin was wet now, as she had opened the balcony door, where hurricane Moore was currently dying, having crossed the whole coast in his prime. It was still enough wind to make the rain sting, but it wasn't bothering Percy, no. In fact, it seemed to warp around her. She threw the knife with accuracy, but Dick—not one for laziness, dodged with ease. She then turned to leap off the building, but Dick grabbed her foot just in time. She twisted to see him, and the vigilante was baffled. The sheer terror on his counterpart's face, it made his mind go back over the last 48 hours to make sure he hadn't done anything overly creepy.
He hadn't.
So what was this girl's problem? It wasn't Dick's fault. In his musings, the man didn't feel Jj finally break free of his grasp, having pried his fingers off. He was back to reality to see his secret crush hit the ground, hard. She'd be lucky if she wasn't dead, much less injured. He didn't know what to do. What could he do? He didn't have the equipment to deal with this.
'But, someone does.' A part of his mind said with fake innocence, and malice combined. Dick shoved that thought down and snapped its neck. But it magically came to life, working its way into his head. He cursed. He couldn't, shouldn't. He'll look desperate.
"Jj is desperate." He muttered, his mind made up. He leapt off the balcony, but shot a grappling hook, just at the right time. He swooped down and grabbed Percy by the waist before swinging away. Away from his base. Away from his house. Away from Blüdhaven. Towards Gotham. Towards Bruce.
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Dick grunted as he limped to the front of the mansion. He was holding his partner in his arms, so he simply kicked the door until someone came to answer. Alfred, ever the servant, opened the front door, only to have a look of shock on his face. He quickly moved out of the way. Dick walked straight to the entrance, not looking at anything around him.
"Where is he?" He asked brutally.
"Where he always is. Master Ric-"
"Don't pull that crap, Al." They reached the clock, "Open it."
"Bu-"
"Now."
Alfred cleared his throat as he changed the time to 4:26, and Dick walked into the slim elevator. As it went down, Alfred stared worriedly at his old master. Dick stared straight ahead, but Percy needed him, it wasn't time for him to pout. He set Jj carefully down, before jumping into a twist, delivering a swift sip kick to the wall, revealing cables. He got a Birdarang out and threw it at the large cord, hard. He picked up his partner as the little compartment swiftly reached the real basement of Wayne Manor. He ran to the medical room, still knowing the exact layout by memory. He passed all the suits, and saw there were three apprentices now. Great. He finished his race, laying Percy down. He scrambled to find an x-ray machine, anything, and found a scalpel. Dick paused when he turned around. Where Percy's large head injury should've been, it was normal. He. Was. Baffled, yet again. The girl had hit the asphalt, Dick had watched her hit the ground. He had seen the injury. And yet, it was like magic. He ran his hand across the back of her head to be certain. Sure enough, everything was smooth. He inhaled, shock written all over him. He felt a presence, and quickly spun around, stance ready, but he paused. He didn't let his guard down, as he wasn't sure whether or not to do so. Standing across from Dick was his father, in all his dark glory. Soaked head to toe, as Dick was, he looked almost demonic, with his cape tattered. They both stood there. Dick's stance guarded, his father's slack with exhaustion.
"Bruce." He said, steel dripping out of his mouth.
Batman sighed.
"Hey Dicky."
"Do not call me that."
He simply grunted in reply.
"I saw the other costumes, I've seen the headlines!" Dick said with anger.
Bruce looked down, ashamed.
"Why do you think I have three times as many protégés now? Ever think I missed you? We missed you. Alfred, me...Jason...Before he died." Batman whispered that last part. "Who's the girl?"

"My partner. She was hurt. Maybe this was cruel fate. She said it tends to do this to her and anyone around her. Maybe this is its way of trying to mend our relationship. She fell from my room, hit her head, bad. She's fine now."
"That's over 30 stories. How is she alive? You think some kind of regeneration?"
Dick completely skipped over the fact that Bruce knew how many stories his floor had.
"If that was any of your business!"
"Well, you're in my base. That makes it my business."
"Guess I'll just leave then. This was a mistake."
He picked up Percy and left.
Bruce watched with inner turmoil as his son left, taking a bike. He sighed, but it was interrupted by his watch beeping. Guess the team gets another mission. Hopefully they do it well, now that Tim is leading it. Batman stalked towards his Zeta tubes, not aware of Alfred looking remorsefully at his master. The death of Jason had been the last thread. His appearance in the first place caused a disturbance in the dynamic duo. Hopefully they'll become like father and son again soon.
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I know it's been awhile since a chapter, but I've been busy, watching Moneyball, which just came out on Netflix btw. And I've been reading as well. It's a little bit longer as an apology. There was a pun in there, and reference about Jason(Todd). Let me know if you found it.
A hint: It's not what Bruce says, or the costumes. It's not even spelled in the whole chapter.( Numbers)
It's been edited. Not a new chapter, sorry.
Revised 10•23•20