A Hero, A psycho, And Pipe

Imagine being being attacked
By a Talon

When he is Nightwing
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It wasn't a typical day. Yet no day had been typical in a while.

"So, what do you want for diner?" You leaned back in your computer chair, paying more attention to your childish boyfriend then the computer screens, "Chinese, pizza? Or were you just planning on making macaroni again?"

"Although macaroni does sound good," you heard his voice boom through the computer's speakers, "it doesn't compare to a bowl of cereal."

You sat up, absolutely flabbergast by his statement, "Cereal, really?"

"I don't see why not." You sighed in defeat, not even bothering to defend your case as he went on, "Look, to make it up to you, you can pick the movie we watch."

"Wow," you sarcastically inputted, "I would be honored." You and Dick had just started dating, but the partnership the both of you had has been going on for years. While he was out doing the dirty work out in the streets of Blüdhaven, you were in charge of city surveillance. It's just how it worked.

"Is there anything going on, (N/n)," he asked a few moments later. You watched as his GPS signal moved across the screen. "I'm really bored and would be delighted if you can find someone I can punch."

"Huh, you sound like Jason," you laughed, typing a few things and watching as they appeared on the screen. Suddenly there was a 911 call that had just made an appearance on the side of the screen, signaling someone was in distress, "Well lucky you. There was just a 911 call made. A man is claiming an assassin is after him."

"Sounds interesting," he paused for a second, "where at?"

"I'm sending the coordinates to your GPS now." Your fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard, "There, all done. Go get 'em, Tiger."

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His presence had gone dead for quite a while, yet you didn't mind, you knew he was busy, but it still didn't mean you couldn't worry.

You had been spinning around in your rolling chair for the last thirty minutes while listening to music, might I add you were singing your heart out.

That's when a beeping noise started to come from the computer. "Oh, how delighted I am to finally hear your voice." You greeted.

Dick was panting heavily and coughing every now in then, "(Y/n), I need you to listen to me, get out of the warehouse, it's not safe."

"Like hell it isn't," You shot back, "this warehouse is more secure then the state capital."

"I'm being serious, (N/n)," Dick pleaded, "you need to get out of there."

"What is so important that you are begging me to leave?" You pressed.

"The Talon is heading your way," Dick stated, "You don't have much time."

"What the hell is a Talon?" As if on one of those cliché scary movies, all the power in the building went out, including your coms. "Dick, Dick can you hear me? Are you there?"

You stood up quick, becoming more paranoid about any little thing. The room that was filled with so much noise was now dead silent. So quiet you would be able to hear someone breathing.

Moonlight filled parts of the room, due to the number of windows in the building. Some parts remained untouched by light, making corners darker then they should have been. Lucky for you the backup generators put some light back in the room.

A clatter if footsteps sounded from behind you. You turned around seeing no one there, so you searched the whole room, looking from left to right, then turning around then forwards again.

That's when you saw it, a man in an assassin like uniform, with strange goggles, holding a sword. You gulped staring back at the figure, eyes paralyzed in fear.

"(Y/n), duck!" You didn't' hesitate to listen when you heard your boyfriend's voice. When you looked back up from the position you had been in, you saw Dick battling the assassin, and he didn't seem to be doing so well.

It was easy to distinguish all the stab marks and open wounds that covered his body. Yet he kept fighting, "(Y/n), get out of here!"

You got up and started to run for the nearest exit. You were almost to the door when the assassin growled, "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you?" He threw daggers in your direction, one slicing open your left forearm.

You cried out, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You heard Dick shout your name, but you were to much in shock to care. You looked at the wound and started to breath heavily upon seeing your skin sliced open.

The sound of something hitting the floor snapped you out of your gaze. You turned towards the fight and see Dick laying on his back, completely helpless, with the assassin standing over him.

"And we thought you were the Gray Son, the one who would lead us," the assassin twirled a blade in his hand, "but you are nothing but a weak boy, who cares about others. So pathetic."

You looked over right next to you and saw a long pipe. You quickly grabbed it and went up behind the assassin and hit him across the head.

He grunted And was only stalled for a few seconds. Luckily, it gave Dick enough time to kick the assassin off him. He was able to defeat him, leaving laying on the floor.

You sighed in relief, but the victory was short lived when he got back up and began to charge at you. You shut your eyes, even Dick was too stunned to do anything. That's when the assassin almost seemed to melt before he could reach you, a pile of his remains left on the ground.

Both you a Dick let out a breath that you both had been holding, but it still kind of disturbed both of you that a guy had just melted.

Dick winced and held his side. You being his "doctor", quickly ran up to him, and supported him to keep him held up, but you too winced upon putting to much pressure on your arm.

Dick scenes kicked in and remembered your injury, then began to assure you were okay.

"Dick, I'm fine," you reassured, placing your opposite hand on his cheek. He sighed, closing his eyes, and slowly leaned into your touch.

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," he apologized, reopening his eyes, looking into your (E/c) ones, "I could've prevented this, could've stopped it, but I—"

"Dick, please, I'm fine," You brought him in for a gentle kiss before hugging him with the one good arm you had. He held on to you like his like his own life depended on it, you were his life line.

He snuggled his face into the crook of your neck and his breathing began to slow, that's when you noticed he finally began to calm down. "Alright tough guy, now let's get us patched up, before we both bleed out."

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I'M ALIVE!

I wish I could explain for all the time I didn't post anything, but that would be useless.

To sum everything up school, doctors appointments, basketball, and orchestra. The worst of them is the doctors appointments.

Anyways, I hope all of you can forgive me for the lack of updates and remember, if you have any questions, want to make a request, or even want to talk, it might take me a while, but I'll get back to you.

-Nightingale💙