I wrote this awhile fa when I was feeling sad. But when I read it now, I think it's an awesome one-shot. So I hope te enjoy!
Robin moved around in his room. He looked at all the pictures and charms he had. The ones that reminded him of her. Becca Stevens. His love. Fresh tears came to his eyes and new pain arose in his heart. He fingered the collana she had always worn. The black choker with a charm; a blue bird with wings extended. She had always called it her NightWing. Had always detto how it reminded her of him. Now it was a way of remembering her. Ever since they'd been dato the news.
Flash Back
“As much as we regret to inform you,” Batman told the team, “we have decided it's time Becca sposta on. Away from her team and away from this one.”
All faces were stunned, Becca's registering pain as well.
“Why?” she whimpered.
“We appreciate all te do Becca. But te have become too much of a threat and danger to the teams. We have no choice but to remove you.”
Becca had simply nodded, too hurt to say anything else.
“What?! Batman...you can't do that!”
The Dark Knight looked at his ward and protege. Very few stood against him and it had never been Robin. Batman could understand that his son loved Becca dearly. Another reason to remove her; she was a distraction.
“My decision is final. Becca Stevens leaves in the morning.”
Robin was about to protest when Becca placed a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes told him to let it go even as he knew it was breaking her heart...
End Flash Back
Robin cried as he brought another emblem close; her beloved escrim sticks. She had dato them to him as protection. Probably più for herself than anyone. Her ring had been hanging from her neck; the ring he had dato her. But he knew she had taken the chip out. He had already tried locating her. With his breaking heart, Robin didn't feel like doing anything. He ignored everyone, including his former mentor. Robin had shut them all out after Batman had decided to “disown” him so to speak. Nothing went past him that he didn't know about. But people and comfort were no help. So he had driven himself into a schedule of fighting, training, and surviving. He felt there was no time for anything else. Except at night when all he could do was think of her.
Years Later
He sighed deeply to himself as he climbed into bed. Another eventful giorno in crime popolare Gotham City. He had always hated living in the Batman's shadow. He had always wanted to be the Batman. But things had changed. He was never going to be the Batman. He sighed again, this time pleased he was known being called NightWing. Robin was still close to his heart, but Dick felt like the name Robin was just another thing that landed him back in that shadow. A knock sounded at his door. It wasn't that late and it could be Wally. Despite becoming a new hero and leaving Young Justice, the two had still been friends. Dick went to the door, glad he was still wearing his pants, and opened the door. What stood outside stunned him.
“Hi Dick.”
Her voice was soft, a welcome memory to his heart. A happy song to his ears. She stood in the doorway, eyes as brown as ever and her hair still the same red and black he had known. Just darker. Like her skin. Her lips were full and red. She was all grown up. And she was back in his life.
“May I come in?” she asked.
Dick nodded, too stunned to speak. She stepped inside and looked around while he shut the door.
“Becca...”
He couldn't speak. His cuore was in his throat and tears blurred his eyes. Her own were washed in tears and she stood as close as she dared. He pulled her close and into his arms, aching to feel. He hoped to hell this was real and not some kind of practical joke.
“Dick...I missed te so much...!”
“Becca...I can't-how'd you...you're here.”
She smiled her warm smile.
“Yes. Just like I promised. I told you. I will always return.”
He couldn't wait any more. He brought his lips to greedily baciare her. She responded instantly, just like she always had. But this baciare had più fire, più passion, più love. None of their other kisses had been this intense. But they also hadn't waited nine years for it to happen. They broke for air and moved to the couch.
“Becca...I missed you. Never...”
“I won't. I'll never leave again.”
Dick smiled as he moved towards those tempting lips.
“Promise?”
“Promise, my love. Never again.”
This never happened. Just for one-shot purposes!
Robin moved around in his room. He looked at all the pictures and charms he had. The ones that reminded him of her. Becca Stevens. His love. Fresh tears came to his eyes and new pain arose in his heart. He fingered the collana she had always worn. The black choker with a charm; a blue bird with wings extended. She had always called it her NightWing. Had always detto how it reminded her of him. Now it was a way of remembering her. Ever since they'd been dato the news.
Flash Back
“As much as we regret to inform you,” Batman told the team, “we have decided it's time Becca sposta on. Away from her team and away from this one.”
All faces were stunned, Becca's registering pain as well.
“Why?” she whimpered.
“We appreciate all te do Becca. But te have become too much of a threat and danger to the teams. We have no choice but to remove you.”
Becca had simply nodded, too hurt to say anything else.
“What?! Batman...you can't do that!”
The Dark Knight looked at his ward and protege. Very few stood against him and it had never been Robin. Batman could understand that his son loved Becca dearly. Another reason to remove her; she was a distraction.
“My decision is final. Becca Stevens leaves in the morning.”
Robin was about to protest when Becca placed a hand on his shoulder. Her eyes told him to let it go even as he knew it was breaking her heart...
End Flash Back
Robin cried as he brought another emblem close; her beloved escrim sticks. She had dato them to him as protection. Probably più for herself than anyone. Her ring had been hanging from her neck; the ring he had dato her. But he knew she had taken the chip out. He had already tried locating her. With his breaking heart, Robin didn't feel like doing anything. He ignored everyone, including his former mentor. Robin had shut them all out after Batman had decided to “disown” him so to speak. Nothing went past him that he didn't know about. But people and comfort were no help. So he had driven himself into a schedule of fighting, training, and surviving. He felt there was no time for anything else. Except at night when all he could do was think of her.
Years Later
He sighed deeply to himself as he climbed into bed. Another eventful giorno in crime popolare Gotham City. He had always hated living in the Batman's shadow. He had always wanted to be the Batman. But things had changed. He was never going to be the Batman. He sighed again, this time pleased he was known being called NightWing. Robin was still close to his heart, but Dick felt like the name Robin was just another thing that landed him back in that shadow. A knock sounded at his door. It wasn't that late and it could be Wally. Despite becoming a new hero and leaving Young Justice, the two had still been friends. Dick went to the door, glad he was still wearing his pants, and opened the door. What stood outside stunned him.
“Hi Dick.”
Her voice was soft, a welcome memory to his heart. A happy song to his ears. She stood in the doorway, eyes as brown as ever and her hair still the same red and black he had known. Just darker. Like her skin. Her lips were full and red. She was all grown up. And she was back in his life.
“May I come in?” she asked.
Dick nodded, too stunned to speak. She stepped inside and looked around while he shut the door.
“Becca...”
He couldn't speak. His cuore was in his throat and tears blurred his eyes. Her own were washed in tears and she stood as close as she dared. He pulled her close and into his arms, aching to feel. He hoped to hell this was real and not some kind of practical joke.
“Dick...I missed te so much...!”
“Becca...I can't-how'd you...you're here.”
She smiled her warm smile.
“Yes. Just like I promised. I told you. I will always return.”
He couldn't wait any more. He brought his lips to greedily baciare her. She responded instantly, just like she always had. But this baciare had più fire, più passion, più love. None of their other kisses had been this intense. But they also hadn't waited nine years for it to happen. They broke for air and moved to the couch.
“Becca...I missed you. Never...”
“I won't. I'll never leave again.”
Dick smiled as he moved towards those tempting lips.
“Promise?”
“Promise, my love. Never again.”
This never happened. Just for one-shot purposes!
'a smile grew across her blood splattered face'
