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Well, here we are. Another year, another summer. I haven't actualy writen a journal in a while so I'm not sure how to go about doing this (and honestly, does anyone really read these?). A quick update on life?

I have a job now that consumes much of my time, Batman and comic books in general have consumed my life. I'm team Rowlet, I was also team Cap, I did not bother seeing Batman v Superman but Civil War was amazing, and I am writing too many stories at once.

I have a few new fics in the works right now. The first is Heroes War which is a follow up to Dimentions Crash and takes place a few years after those events. This time it's on Earth-16 and the plot revolves around Cadmus and General Eiling trying to create super solders that could combat the Justice League and the kidnaping of a known talon sets off a war that will leave you wondering which side is right, a government that wants to protect its people from an unchecked threat or the Justice League who wants to protect their own. People on both sides question their objectives and what it really means to be only human.

The next is Young Titans that could just end up replacing Heroes War as the next instalment of those adventures and takes place in the Teen Titans univerce and deals with Flash (Wally West), Nightwing, Batgirl, and Robin (Damian Wayne) tracking down Warp after he stole a quantum generator. The story delves into the years after the events of Dimentions Crash and Dick's darker side that was brought out by the talons and the Court. It's flashback heavy and esentualy has two plot lines (one in the past that is mostly fractured and leaves you implying most of it and one in the presest that is much easier to keep track of) both deal with a lot of emotions. New enemies from all over the multiverce crop up and an evil double works with Slade to take down the Titans and take control of the multiverce. Which lines are Dick willing to cross to save a world that's not his own and how far is he willing to go to keep the talon serum out of the wrong hands?

Next is Wrath of Scorn and is its own stand alone fic. It deals with Andy Mallory (Scorn) vowing revange on Robin, now Nightwing, after his brother Will (Wrath) dies from joker venom when Batman and Robin failed to save him after the two villians descovered the Dynamic Duo's secret identites and thretened to tell all of Arkham after a failed assault on the Batcave. Wanting to distroy Grayson before finally finishing him it's now a fight against an evil counterpart and childhood friend to not only protect his family that Scorn wishes to distroy but also keep Gotham from tearing itself apart. Enemies become allies and allies become questionable in the battle of the two ex-sidekicks. 

Last one is a 1920's AU that I've been toying with called The Stars Across. Dick Grayson is former circus acrobat trying to win the heart of socalite Barbara Gordon. There's just one problum. She's rich. He's poor. He does have a few things going for him though, she thinks he's cute and he was the ward of Bruce Wayne and thus, techinicly, the hare to the Wayne fortune but with far richer and far more good looking men after her Dick has his work cut out for him if he's going to even get the time of day from the commisioner's daughter. Luckally, or unluckally, he has Wally, Donna, Jason, and Tim to help him out.

I'm not sure which of those I want to finish first and each are long, multi chapter adventures (though I do have some oneshots in the works as well). Some are further along than others and just need to be edited and reread to get all the bugs out of it and others are still just in first draft. Which do you want to see first? Do you have any requests?
Wally didn’t know what was happening. He was asleep and awake all at once, flying yet falling, moving faster than light yet also standing still. He was in a haze, a place where there was no time, no space, just existence. The Speed Force he realized but couldn’t bring himself to care. He felt free. So very Free. There were so many colors here. Colors he never knew existed. A red the same shade as Connor’s rage, yellow like Megan’s cheer, purple like Zatanna’s magic, a shade of seafoam that could only be described as Kaldur, a forest green that was Arty’s soul. The fiery orange was definitely Roy. Both of them. They were all so bright and beautiful, all alive and passionate, save for one. A dark, murky, grayish, blue. It came into the mix with slow tricks here and there but slowly grew into a constant streak in the mix of bright life, like a sickness or decay. It was a sad and pathetic color that might have once been the brightest blue you had ever seen but through years of use and neglect had dulled, chipped, and cracked until it was an ugly grimy mess that no one wanted. Wally wanted that color to go away, to leave him so he could enjoy all the other colors but it persisted. It weaseled its way into the color scheme and refused to leave, clawing its way into the stream and not letting go, not until it was seen for the bright blue it once was. It was Dick Wally realized. That sad, broken, neglected blue was his sad, broken, neglected friend. His best friend… or ex-best friend as it were.

When was the last time he had a civil conversation with him that didn’t end with him yelling hate and frustration at be ebony haired boy? When was the last time he had seen the young bat out of uniform? When was the last time they had just hung out and watched those stupid B rated movies and those old horror flicks that were just hilarious by today’s standards? When was the last time Dick told him he sucked at Skyrim? When was the last time the younger crashed on his and Arty’s couch, purposefully cockblocking him by showing up unannounced because he felt like being a dick, when was the last time they were brothers? How had dick become so torn and dark and abused? When had he dulled into an unrecognizable funk of a color? Why had Wally let it happen?

The more Wally looked at that color the more Wally could see his friend. He saw his pain, his suffering, his self-loathing. Why was that last one there? Why was any of that there? They won the battle didn’t they? He saved the Earth, so why did he hate himself so much? Wally needed the answers, needed to know why, he needed to see if there was any of the bright baby blue left but it was fading. The streak of darkness in the sea of rainbow was shrinking, flicking out of existence until there was no trace of it left. Wally’s heart filled with dread. Where did he go? Why did he leave? What were those new flicks of color that replaced him? The blood red and the lime green? God, he didn’t want to know. He wanted that imperfect blue back in the view but it refused to come back.

That’s when the pain shot up Wally’s spine and everything when white and he could smell something burning and feel the frost on his skin. All he saw was white with blurry, fuzzy shapes of people around him, looking down at him, saying how they were so relieved he was okay, glad that it worked, that he was alive. He didn’t hear most of it. He was too focused on the small speck of black in the distance. The one the other shapes and forms didn’t notice. The one that was staring right at him.

---

It took a month for him to recover from his trip to the speed force. Apparently Batman had found a way to yank him out and for that he was eternally grateful but Bruce would only just glare at him like he had done something wrong, like Wally was missing the point. Everyone had come to visit him. Bart wouldn’t let go of him for the first week, Arty was always by his side, Megan had made him edible cookies, Jamie kept apologizing for the whole Reach thing, and Barry gave him the biggest bear hug in the world. Then one day, the day he was going to be let out of the hospital, Tim and Barbara came to him.

“Find him. Please, you have to find him. You’re the only one who can,” Tim begged.

“He dropped of the face of the Earth right after you… ceased. He’d leave little hints every now and then, just so Bruce could know he’s alive, but that’s it. Me, Tim, Bruce, Salina, Donna, Kaldur, Roy, hell, even Jade joined the manhunt but it’s no good. He’s gone. We want him home. He brought you back from the Speed Force now it’s your turn to return the favor,” Barbara said.

So they told him. They told him how distant the once social butterfly had become, how he never smiled anymore, how when he did show up at the manor he would work tirelessly on a way to bring Wally home, how he didn’t dare stick around to see his plan work.

“He was there,” Wally breathed.

“What?” Barbara was confused.

“He was there,” Wally said again, “I couldn’t see much when I was ripped out but I could see him, watching in the distance. I didn’t get a good look but… I just know it was him… and… and I think I know where he’s hiding out,”

“You do,” Tim sounded so hopeful, like Wally had just told him his greatest dream had come true.

Wally nodded because of course he knew where Dick was. Dick was his brother as well and even though they haven’t spoken in so long he always knew what the bat was thinking and where all his favorite hiding spots were. So the next day he took off, not even bothering to take the zeta tubes. He ran, faster than he had ever gone before with so much ease it was surprising to him, all the way to the one spot he knew he could find his old friend. Romania. His homeland.

---

Dick sat on the soft sands of the small private beach dressed in black swim trunks, staring blankly at the rolling waves in front of him. For the past three months this beach and the small house on the cliffs behind him was his sanctuary away from all the pain he caused, away from the people that hated him. He wondered how his old team was doing. How Wally was doing. He and Artemis were together again, back in happy retirement. They’ll probably get married now. Before Wally would always entertain the idea but wanted to get out of college before making any commitment like that. He had always said Dick was going to be his best man and that is was non-negotiable. Now though… well, it’s probably going to be Roy now. Dick no longer had the rights to it. He was Wally’s worst enemy now, not his best friend. He lost that prestigious title the night he knocked on Wally’s apartment door asking for Artemis’s help. He lost a lot of things because of that. His team, his friends, his home away from home, the right to call himself a hero. He was no hero. Yes, he had stopped the invasion but he wasn’t a hero. Wally was, right to the end of it. Wally was the real hero of all of that, not him. He was the bad guy, not the enemy or a villain but definitely an antagonist in the whole situation.

He felt horrible for what he did but he didn’t really have a choice. He was in over his head. He didn’t know what to do. Nightwing couldn’t win this… but Batman could. Batman always knew what to do. He had an answer for everything, always had a plan. So he became Batman. He hated it. It sucked but it needed to be done. In the end he wasn’t Batman at all. Batman would never lose control of a situation like he did. He wouldn’t have just started winging it half way through. He wouldn’t have used lies to cover up more lies and then even more lies to cover those. He had failed right from the start and it was Wally that payed the price for it. Wally, his best friend, that made the ultimate sacrifice. Yes he wasn’t really dead and yes Dick had found a way to save him but that changed nothing. Dick had killed Wally. He murdered his best friend. He had no right to keep wearing the mask, no right to stand amongst his peers in the Watchtower. He wasn’t even sure he still had the right to stand in the Batcave. So he took a ‘leave of absence’. What a load of crap that was. He quit. He gave up. He wasn’t a hero. He wasn’t a hero at all.

He was too engrossed in self pity to notice the streak of lightning coming to a halt at the top of the cliff behind him, or the mop of red hair that was making its way down the steps of the cliff face and down the beach towards him. He didn’t notice a presents behind him until an all too familiar voice that now made him tense and send a cold shiver down his spine spoke up.

“So, this is what you’ve been doing for the psat three months? Sitting on the beach of self pity,” Wally asked as he sat down next to him.

Dick didn’t speak a word. Not like he really could anyway. His voice would no doubt be rough and hoarse from months of not being used. So he just sat there, arms wrapped around his legs and chin resting on his knees, watching as a pod of dolphins passed.

“Barbara told me you quit the hero business after my… ceasing. God that sounds so weird to say,” Wally continued, “I wasn’t dead though, just in the Speed Force, though I’m sure you already knew that,”

Dick tensed at that and seeing this Wally continued, “It wasn’t Bruce that found a way to bring me back, it was you. I know it was you, and I know you’ve been avoiding everyone since that day in the arctic. Why?”

Still silence.

“You saved the world Dick. The team was honored as heroes. They work in the Watchtower with the Justice League now. Why aren't you up there with them?”

Nothing.

“Dick…”

“... It’s all my fault…” Dick’s voice was so low and so rough and sounded so foreign it surprised Wally, “... It’s all my fault, it’s all my fault, all my fault… I killed you,”

Okay, hold on, “You didn’t kill me Dick. I’m right here. If anything you saved me,” Wally said.

“I killed you! I put everyone in danger and then I killed you!” Dick snapped, his voice breaking half way through.

Wally was startled to say the least. He didn’t know how to respond to that. He… Dick really has convinced himself he had killed the speedster hasn’t he?

Wally put a timid hand on his friend’s shoulder, “I’m right here Dick. I’m alive,”

Silence again.

“Dick, come on,” Wally pleaded.

“Why are you even here Wally?” Dick sighed.

“Because you dropped off the face of the Earth and no one can find you. Seriously, Bruce has too much pride to admit it but he has no idea where you are. Even has Chesher in on the manhunt. At this point I think we can all agree you win the hide and seek championships,” Wally gave a fake smile, “Now get up. Stop moping around and get back in the game,”

Dick stole a tear filled glance at his once best friend but quickly averted his eyes, “Go home Wally. Go back to Artemis. Go be happy,”

“Nope,” Wally said popping the ‘p’, “Not going to happen, not until you’re right there happy too. You’re stuck with me here until you get over your stupid depression and agree to go home so you can be stuck with me there too,”

Wally had his arm slung around Dick’s shoulder at this point. Dick dared to glance at Wally again and was rewarded with the brightest smile on the planet. He didn’t understand. Wally was supposed to hate him. He was supposed to go home and forget about him, let him suffer alone like he wanted. Why did he care? His eyes must have asked the question because Wally was answering.

“You’re my best friend Dick. My best friend. Yeah you did some shitty things but you didn’t have much of a choice. You did nothing wrong. If anything it’s my fault for not being there to support you when you needed me the most. If anyone is to blame for the shit storm that the invation turned into it’s me,” Wally said honestly.

“How can you even say that? I was the one doing all the lying. I was the one manipulating all of our friends like pawns on a chessboard. Not you. I fucked up and you payed the price for it. How can you even stand to look at me?” The tears were free falling at this point but Dick couldn’t find it in himself to care.

“Okay, then we’re both to blame,” Wally compromised, “Now let’s go and blame ourselves inside while watching Birdemic subsequently followed by Portal 2 where we will spend the next three hour’s wanting to kill each other,”

Dick looked at Wally as if he had grown a second head, genuinely not understanding why Wally was even bothering with him. He had spent the last year ruining the redhead’s life. Shouldn’t that garner some sort of consequence? A want for revenge? Some sort of punishment, anything really. But no, Wally was acting like it was the good old days. Where Wally would scape Dick off the ground and they would go and do stupid things because they were stupid teenagers. The past year couldn’t all just be water under the bridge. Wally was so angry with him last time the spoke that he didn’t even care that Dick had almost died in the massive explosion at Mount Justice. He didn’t care that him tossing Dick around had reopened some wounds. He didn’t care about Dick at all. He just wanted Artemis back. Well he had her back now, so why the hell was he here in Romania on some solitary beach?

He went along with it half heartedly of course. Giving Wally the facade that his presence was actually starting to make him feel better, biding his time for Wally to drop his guard so he could sneak off again. Maybe somewhere less predictable like Jump City or New York. That’s how it was for the first four hours until, as Wally predicted, Dick was so fed up with Wally shooting a portal in the wrong place that he had genuinely forgotten why he had run off to his homeland to begin with.

“No you idiot! Left!” He yelled at the redhead.

“My left or your left?”

“We’re facing the same direction, just left,”

“There?”

“No, you-” Dick let out a frustrated sigh, “You’re shitting me right? Are you actually shitting me? You have got to be pulling my leg on this. There is no way you suck this much,”

“Stop yelling at me! I don’t know what you want me to do!” Wally yelled back at him as he shot yet another portal in the wrong spot.

“That’s it. I quit. If we keep this up I’m going to end up murdering you,” Dick put his controller down.

“Nah, you won’t. If I died you’d just feel awkward for the rest of time,” Wally started putting his controller down as well, “Might as well just kill us both,”

Dick nodded to that. It was true. Even when they weren’t, they were joined at the hip. Artemis often joking that her and Wally’s relationship was nothing compared to the relationship he had with the young billionaire, often joking that the two of them were soulmates. The amount of times Dick had pulled out his phone to call or text Wally about some crazy, random thing the kids on the team did or some crazy, weird thing he had seen on patrol in the past year had reached the thousands. Even in his self imposed exile, with Wally ‘dead’ he had caught himself taking out his phone and writing half a text to the redhead about a crab kicking a seagull’s ass or a sailboat going by that was Flash colors. He’d always feel hollow when he realized that, no, he couldn’t text Wally. Wally hated him. Wally was dead. Wally didn’t care that a seagull lost its tail feathers to a crustacean, he didn’t care what colors a sailboat was, he didn’t care that Dick was now terrified of owls and the very sight of one made his blood run cold. It was awkward without Wally and he always felt lost when he realized his friend wasn’t there. They used to plan their schedules around each other, even convincing Bruce to go out on patrol with Dick an hour later than normal some nights just so they could squeeze in that extra bro time. It was Dick and Wally, Robin and Kid Flash till the end. That was their promise. Where one went, the other followed.

They went into town the next day. It was the first time Wally had ever been in Romania and only knew small bits of Romanian so Dick took the reins of their little adventure. They spent the whole day exploring the city and Wally got a good laugh at how Dick had regained his Romanian accent halfway through the day, knowing full well it wasn’t going anywhere any time soon. Dick blushed crimson at this. Last time he had started to regain his accent was when they did that undercover ‘mission’ at Haly’s circus. He had to actively force himself to speak in an american accent for months afterwards. Day three was a hike where Dick spent the whole day telling Wally about all the little things he had wanted to tell him the year they spent as enemies (he kept a list saved in a notes page on his phone). By the time the week was coming to a close Wally had broken Dick’s resolve and had convinced him to come home. Not back to the team that no doubt still hated him, but back to Gotham where the people that did love him were worrying themselves to death.

Tim was the first to see him when he returned to Gotham. He had come unannounced, standing at the gates of Gotham Academy as school let out. He got a lot of stares from the students that passed him by, particularly from the females that were no doubt wondering who the dark and mysterious stranger with the sun kissed skin was. Tim didn’t recognize him at first, understandable since he was as pale as a ghost the last time his baby brother saw him but naturally he was suspicious as to why there was some random person standing outside the gates of Gotham’s most prestigious school. He was Batman’s kid after all. It was when Dick finally spoke that it became clear just who he was.

“Hei, putin prihor,” Dick spoke softly, his accent thick in his voice and tired eyes gleaming with happiness at seeing his brother for the first time in months.

It was at this point that Tim dropped everything and the students of Gotham Academy were treated to the spectacle of the normally shy, calm, and collected Tim Drake-Wayne leap into Dick’s arms and tackle him in a bone crushing hug, tears of pure joy in his eyes, “You came back!” He cried out.

“You’re okay,” Tim buried his face into the acrobat’s chest and sobbed.

“I’m okay. I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” Dick held the fourteen year-old close, running a hand through the younger’s hair comfortingly, “Shh, It’s okay. It’s okay fratior. I’m right here,”

“I-I thought- I thought you- that you,” Tim choked.

“Hey, hey,” Dick drew back from the hug to look his brother in they eyes, “I’m right here and I’m not going anywhere ever again. Never again, alright,”

Tim nodded vigorously and Dick drew him back into the hug. It was at this point Alfred had stept out of the car to see what all of the commotion was about and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Dick. Dick smiled sheepishly at the elder man who now had the smallest of tears in his eyes. He was home. He was finally home.

Bruce was the third to see him. Apparently he was the most worried out of all of them. Understandable seeing as his only visit home in the last four months ended with him getting the hell out of Dodge and Batman with a new enemy. The Court of Owls. It was Dick that tackled him in a bear hug but the older man gladly accepted it so yay, progress! Alfred made a feast that night and on patrol there were three bats protecting the night instead of two. When he got back to his old room, all tired and sweaty, it was like nothing had changed. The Flying Graysons poster was still on his wall, Peanut was still up on his shelf with Dick’s Totoro and bat plushies, Textbooks and incomplete homework still laying on his desk along with a manilla envelope he’s never seen before. Curious, he opened it and was in absolute shock at what he had found inside. Adoption papers. His adoption papers. His SIGNED adoption papers, dated with the year 2010. Six years. He had technically been Richard Wayne for six years. He laughed at that. Leave it to Bruce to conveniently forget to tell him that. Didn’t the man say something about not wanting to replace his father when he first came to the manor? Lying bastard. On his way to his room Bruce was tackled again with a bear hug and Wally received a new text at three AM.

‘Dude, guess what! I’m adopted!’

‘U Drunk?’

The next day Barbara and Salina found out he was back in town, both responding to the news in their own way. Barbara kicked his ass for making everyone worry so much. He took the beating because he really did deserve it. Salina hugged him tightly and then began checking him for any injuries like the momma cat she tried to pretend she wasn’t. Honestly she was more overprotective than Bruce and he’s Bruce.

Slowly but surely the world was beginning to learn of his return, both as Nightwing and as Dick Grayson who had been ‘traveling’ for the past four months. The rogues of Gotham were quick to realize the first Robin’s return and the common crooks spent that much more time looking over their shoulders. The last to find out was his former team. The people that hated him the most. It wasn’t planed. To be honest he would have liked to avoid them longer if he could, give them time to cool down, but they were in trouble and needed help. He wasn’t going to turn his back on them. The team, his team, was still family and family is everything to a bat.

They were just outside of Keystone at an old steel mill. The place was up in flames. It had been a trap. Garfield was trapped inside, unable to escape because of the flames. That’s the thing with acquiring Martian powers, you acquire their weaknesses too.

“Beast Boy!” M’gann cried out from outside the burning building, Connor having to hold her back from rushing in and getting herself killed.

Kaldur was trying his best to put out flames but he could only do so much. Tim was nursing his own wounds so couldn’t be much help and L’gann was in much the same boat as M’gann in terms of helpfulness in this situation and Cassie didn’t know what to do. If only they had brought Blue Beetle or Kid Flash or Zatanna. Someone who stood a chance in those flames. Connor’s super hearing then picked up the sound of footsteps running in their direction fast. Another attacker?

A dark figure, moving too fast for him to make out, was dashing towards the burning steel mill from an adjacent rooftop, launching itself into the burning building and crashing through one of the windows. Batman? He’s saved their hides on more than one occasion in the past. He didn’t have time to dwell on it because seconds later there was an explosion. Half the building was reduced to rubble and everyone looked on in horror. Then from the flames the dark figure emerged again, an injured and heat exhausted but otherwise unharmed changeling in his arms. Relief quickly washed into shock though as they saw just who it was that saved their teammate’s life. Nightwing has returned.

He made his way to Connor, ignoring the stares and glares he received and gently placed the smaller boy in the Kryptonian’s arms, careful not to disturb his injuries. Connor, M’gann, and Kaldur could do little else than stare at him in shock as he informed them that Garfield would need immediate medical attention when they got back to the Watchtower. The only acknowledgment he gave them were quick glances as he contacted Batman to inform him what happened. When he was done he went over to Robin and began surveying his injuries.

“You alright baby bird?” He asked softly, barely above a whisper.

“I’m okay,” Tim was blushing, “Please don’t call me that…”

Why did Dick insist on giving him these nicknames? He was fine with it when it was just them but, damnit, not in front of the team. Kon had super hearing!

“Does it annoy you?” Nightwing asked.

“Yes,” Tim declared.

“Well in that case I’ll have to use it more often. Then I’ll get Batgirl in on it and Catwoman then Troia and maybe Harley too,” Nightwing lightly teased, a small ghost of a smirk on his face.

“Please don’t. The fact that you and Harley Quinn are friends now is bad enough. I don’t need her giving me pet names,” Tim shuttered at the idea of Harley Quinn being anywhere near him. She may be reformed now and living ‘peacefully’ in New York but she was still Harley Quinn.

Nightwing simply chuckled and ruffled his little brother’s hair much to the younger’s protest. Their little brotherly moment didn’t last long though as L’gann was quick to break it up.

“What are you doing here?” The Atlantean glared.

“Helping last I checked,” Nightwing said facing the ampfibian with an emotionless mask.

“We don’t need your help,” L’gann declared.

“Obviously,” Dick pushed past him and began walking away from the scene.

“Yeah, just walk away! That’s something you’re good at! Couldn’t even face the music for when you betrayed us! You know Wally’s back now, no thanks to you. Bet you didn’t feel bad about that seeing as you could care less about our lives during the invasion,” L’gann yelled at the bat’s departing form and Dick stopped dead in his tracks.

“L’gann!” Kaldur scolded.

“No! I’m not going to sugar coat it. He lies to our faces, betrays our trust, willingly put everyone in danger, and when it all blows up in his face he runs away. He-” L’gann began but was interrupted.

“I what?” Dick’s voice was pure venom and the glare he gave his former teammate was cold enough to freeze hell over, “What did I do outside of what was necessary? What could I have possibly done differently that wouldn’t have resulted in someone’s death? Please due tell. Dinah and I would love to know if those countless panic attacks and sleepless nights could have been prevented,”

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Nightwing’s outburst. Very few people knew of Dick’s panic attacks, the emotional breakdowns, the anti-depressants. Hell, it took Tim five months to figure out Dick was medicated and they lived together. That year had taken its toll on him, it had on everyone, but Dick had barely hung on to his sanity. By the end of it isolation was the only thing he could think of that would prevent him from breaking under all the stress. Lagoon Boy was right though, he had turned tail and run but not for the reasons the thought. Dick was broken and he didn’t want to take anyone down with him. It wasn’t until Wally’s visit that he was able to put back all the pieces and move on. Besides, he now had bigger, owl shaped fish to fry. Emotions could take a backseat for now but dammit he wasn’t going to be accused of being heartless and cruel by some freshman guppie.

“Richard,” M’gann breathed, tears making her eyes sparkle.

Dick felt arms wrap around him and looked down to see Tim hugging him, face burrowed in his chest. Dick covered one one of Tim’s hands with his own. He hadn’t even noticed he had begun to cry until his throat tightened and it became hard to swallow a breath. Damn, he lost it in front of everyone. So not aster.

“I won’t ask for forgiveness, frankly I haven’t earned it. Don’t think I ever will. And I won’t ask to be back on the team, I don’t have a place there anymore. That doesn’t mean I won’t protect you though,” Dick ran a hand through Tim’s hair, “Whenever you need me. I’ll be there in a heartbeat, no questions asked,”

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A month later Dick was called to the mountain. After a vote amongst the team members it was decided that the League and the covert-ops team should be kept separate. After the destruction of the first mountain it became clear that a backup base of operations was clearly needed in case of an attack. They were lucky enough to have Nightwing’s wearhouse then. Now however…

“Alright, what’s the emergency?” Nightwing asked after he materialized in the still under construction Mount Justice.

“Nice accent Count Dracula. You stay somewhere exotic on your three month vacation? You used to be paler than a ghost,” Karen said jokingly, taking note of his now honey gold skintone.

Nightwing blushed and nervously rubbed the back of his head, “I, uh, went back to my home country. The, umm, accent tends to stay a while. So, what’s the mission?”

“We were hoping you’d tell us, boss,” Virgil said.

“‘Boss’?” Nightwing was confused by that. He left the team when Virgil joined.

“Well you are our leader,” Cassie said, “What’d you expect us to call you?”

Dick turned to Kaldur for an explanation, “The team got together to discuss the actions and measures you when to over the past year to insure our victory over the Light and the Reach,”

“And we had a vote,” Tim continued.

“We want you back on the team,” M’gann smiled.

“Yay!” Garfield cheered.

Dick looked at all of them, surveying them for any sign of reluctance or displeasure. There was none. They all genuinely wanted him back.

“I… I don’t know what to say. Are you sure? I don’t want you guys accepting be back purely out of obligation,” Dick said, “I know what I did was wrong and I know what I did hurt, traumatized, a lot of you… and I know that is not easily forgiven. Hell, I wouldn’t even forgive myself. I-”

“Oh my god, stop it with the being melodramatic,” Barbara said, “You’re sorry. We get it. Now shut up,”

Dick was a bit taken aback by her outburst but this was Barbara and she has been dealing with him and his drama longer than anyone in the room. Best not to anger or test her. Ever.

“Yes ma’am,” Dick replied and shut his mouth.

The other team members got a good laugh out of that. He was okay with that though. He had accepted long ago that Babs had him wrapped around her finger and that she held all the power in their relationship. Even when he was Robin and she was just Barbara Gordon and Batgirl was but a distant dream. Just like Alfred, her word was law. And she was scary. Very scary.

“So, seeing as you’re the League’s favorite, that must mean you know about all the cool missions,” Bart said, “Anything cool happening that needs some Young Justice action?”

“‘Young Justice’? Bart, this team doesn’t have a name,” Dick told him.

“I know! And it is so mode. So I’ve decided to give us a totally crash name,” Bart said proudly, “Teen Titans was my first idea but that was immediately out seeing as half the team in in college, Junior Justice League makes us sound like Cub Scouts, and Legion of Superheros doesn't sound right so Young Justice it is. It makes sense if you think about it. We’re all younger versions of our mentors, right?”

“Wow, you actually put thought into that,” Tim commented earning an annoyed huff from the speedster.

“Young Justice?” Jaime tried the name out, “I can rally behind that,”

“Sounds good to me,” Virgil said.

“Beats ‘those kids Batman babysits’” Connor commented.

Dick snorted at that, “Batman babysitting. Ha, sorry but that image just cracks me up,”

“Mission! Mission! Do we have a mission?” Bart prosisted.

Dick gave it a moment of thought and opened up a holo-screen with a wave of his hand, “Well, I’ll have to run it by the League but there is something. We suspect the US Military has been running illegal experimentation on metahumans. We need proof,”

That day you could have sworn the sky overhead was the brightest blue you’d ever seen.
Coming Back Around
Another Young Justice story that focuses on the sad, sad world of Nightwing. For some reason I just love beating him up and torturing him.

This is kind of a prequile to Dimentions Crash and goes into detail on what happened between the seven month gap of the season 2 finale and the start of that story. This whole story goes over five months of that time told in (mostly) Dick's perspective. I leave out some things, mostly for future stories, like the first confrentation with the Owls, Jason's return, and Damian's grad entrince but I'll explore those soon enough. I also put some hints to the plot of a potential Dimentions Crash siqule.
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Well, here we are. Another year, another summer. I haven't actualy writen a journal in a while so I'm not sure how to go about doing this (and honestly, does anyone really read these?). A quick update on life?

I have a job now that consumes much of my time, Batman and comic books in general have consumed my life. I'm team Rowlet, I was also team Cap, I did not bother seeing Batman v Superman but Civil War was amazing, and I am writing too many stories at once.

I have a few new fics in the works right now. The first is Heroes War which is a follow up to Dimentions Crash and takes place a few years after those events. This time it's on Earth-16 and the plot revolves around Cadmus and General Eiling trying to create super solders that could combat the Justice League and the kidnaping of a known talon sets off a war that will leave you wondering which side is right, a government that wants to protect its people from an unchecked threat or the Justice League who wants to protect their own. People on both sides question their objectives and what it really means to be only human.

The next is Young Titans that could just end up replacing Heroes War as the next instalment of those adventures and takes place in the Teen Titans univerce and deals with Flash (Wally West), Nightwing, Batgirl, and Robin (Damian Wayne) tracking down Warp after he stole a quantum generator. The story delves into the years after the events of Dimentions Crash and Dick's darker side that was brought out by the talons and the Court. It's flashback heavy and esentualy has two plot lines (one in the past that is mostly fractured and leaves you implying most of it and one in the presest that is much easier to keep track of) both deal with a lot of emotions. New enemies from all over the multiverce crop up and an evil double works with Slade to take down the Titans and take control of the multiverce. Which lines are Dick willing to cross to save a world that's not his own and how far is he willing to go to keep the talon serum out of the wrong hands?

Next is Wrath of Scorn and is its own stand alone fic. It deals with Andy Mallory (Scorn) vowing revange on Robin, now Nightwing, after his brother Will (Wrath) dies from joker venom when Batman and Robin failed to save him after the two villians descovered the Dynamic Duo's secret identites and thretened to tell all of Arkham after a failed assault on the Batcave. Wanting to distroy Grayson before finally finishing him it's now a fight against an evil counterpart and childhood friend to not only protect his family that Scorn wishes to distroy but also keep Gotham from tearing itself apart. Enemies become allies and allies become questionable in the battle of the two ex-sidekicks. 

Last one is a 1920's AU that I've been toying with called The Stars Across. Dick Grayson is former circus acrobat trying to win the heart of socalite Barbara Gordon. There's just one problum. She's rich. He's poor. He does have a few things going for him though, she thinks he's cute and he was the ward of Bruce Wayne and thus, techinicly, the hare to the Wayne fortune but with far richer and far more good looking men after her Dick has his work cut out for him if he's going to even get the time of day from the commisioner's daughter. Luckally, or unluckally, he has Wally, Donna, Jason, and Tim to help him out.

I'm not sure which of those I want to finish first and each are long, multi chapter adventures (though I do have some oneshots in the works as well). Some are further along than others and just need to be edited and reread to get all the bugs out of it and others are still just in first draft. Which do you want to see first? Do you have any requests?

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Happy birthday!!! :party:
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Happy birthday! :iconpervylyraplz:
I btw gave you a lama as a birthday present! Since Silver didn't want to get in the cake:icontheycallmesilverplz:
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