DC Imagines

I Never Should Have Trusted You

This is part two of well, what do we have here? I’m sorry if this isn’t as good as the first part I hope you guys enjoy!

It has been a week since your encounter with Nightwing. The moment you shared together has been playing on your mind ever since. The way he kissed and touched you was like no other. It was truly an unforgettable night. Although you spent just one night with him, you opened your heart. You definitely feel something towards him and you hate yourself for it. Why him? Why now? 

Now that you are back to reality, you have to face your guilt. With your help, the person that employed you will kill Nightwing within the next few hours. He will be lured into a trap before being brutally murdered. You could stop Dick Grayson from being killed but you would be putting your own life at risk. A risk you are willing to take. He does not deserve this fate. You are the only one who can save him and everyone he cares about. 

Luckily for you, you find him roaming the rooftops of Bludhaven, taking his usual route. He senses someone following him and throws one of his escrima sticks over his shoulder which you catch just on time. If your reaction time was any slower you would be knocked out right now. He turns around only to be pleasantly surprised to see you. In a few minutes, he won’t be so pleased once he knows the truth. 

“I didn’t think I’d see you again so soon.” He smiles as you hand back his escrima stick.

“Your life is in danger, you have to leave Bludhaven immediately.” You don’t beat around the bush and quite frankly he is taken aback by your forwardness. 

“Does this mean you’re not a photographer?” He jokes around but judging from the look on his face he can tell that this is serious. 

“In a few hours time, maybe sooner, you and your associates will be assassinated under the order of Roman Sionis.” You fill him in, glossing over the details.

“And you know this because you were in on it all along?” Dick lets out an annoyed laugh at himself. “I knew I never should have trusted you.” The look of betrayal he gives you is enough to cut through your stomach. No one has ever looked at you this way before. 

“I was hired to spy on all of you. What happened between us should never have happened.” You admit your wrongs, keeping eye contact with him even though it killed you inside. 

“Yeah, you’re right. It never should have happened.” The regret in his voice for trusting you is obvious, making you feel even worse.

“I couldn’t live with myself if I let you and the others die. You have to warn them.” You advise but he doesn’t seem to heed your advice.

“I’m sure we would have managed without your help. I suggest you go, I never want to see you again.” He says his last words, turning his back on you for good. 

You were just about to leave when you heard a gun shot fire. Before you could do anything, the bullet penetrates his armour. Dick falls to his knees instantly, feeling woozy. From a distance, you can see Deadshot, who fired the bullet from his sniper rifle. He waves at you before aiming for Dick’s head. 

“Dick watch out!” You warn him to get behind cover but he is too weak to move so you dive towards him, dragging him to safety. 

Deadshot never leaves a job unfinished, he will be making his way over to you both. Dick is bleeding pretty badly, good thing you came prepared for the worst. You heard that freezing a wound stops bleeding so that is what you do. Dick lets out an agonising scream, the process isn’t exactly painless. 

“I have to get you out of here. I may have stopped the bleeding but you need medical attention.” You hold his head in your hand, supporting his neck. 

“I already hit my distress signal... He should be here soon.” His eyes flicker and he struggles to speak. 

“Not soon enough.” Deadshot catches your attention, loading his wrist gun. “Sionis knew you’d fail. That’s why he sent me to take care of you both. I hope he was worth it.” He sniggers under his mask. 

“He is worth it.” You tell him before throwing on of Dick’s smoke pellets at his feet to give you some coverage. 

You’re not much of a fighter but this is a matter of life and death here. Not only for you but for Dick too. What use are you to him if you are dead? So you give Deadshot your all, disarming him of his weapons. You then go for a cheap shot to the crotch. While he is hunched over you knee his face so that he collapses onto the ground. Now that he is down you use all your strength to restrain him, keeping his wrists pinned down especially. 

“So you think you’re some kind of hero now?” Deadshot struggles against you. 

“I’m no hero, I’m just doing what’s right for once.” You don’t claim to be the good guy here. 

Deadshot headbutts you, throwing you off the edge of the roof before you can get up on your feet. Your fingers desperately grip onto the building with one hand. 

“No!” You hear Dick scream. He wants to help you but he can’t even move. 

“Did you honestly think you stood a chance against me?” Deadshot gloats as he looks down at you. “You should have just taken the money and ran, little girl.” His foot slowly rises up, ready to stomp down on your fingers. 

You close your eyes, waiting to fall to your death, only to open them and find that Batman has arrived, taking out Deadshot before he can finish you off. He then helps you back up onto the roof before attending to Dick, who grows weaker by the second. 

“I’ll take it from here.” Batman looks over his shoulder at you, knowing fine well that you had a role to play in all this. You may have saved Dick Grayson’s life but that doesn’t change the fact that you betrayed him. 

“Please let me help.” You plead with them both. “I never wanted this to happen I’m--” 

“You’ve done enough, y/n. I meant what I said before, I never want to see you again.” Dick doesn’t let you finish your apology. 

“Okay, I understand. Goodbye, Dick.” Your shoulders slump and you bow your head, unable to look at him. 

We’ll Get To The Bottom Of This

For the past month, you have been receiving weird text messages from someone who is trying to mess with your head. They constantly harass you day and night, either bullying you or threatening to expose all your deepest secrets. You even changed your number but that didn’t stop the messages. It is starting to take over your life completely. You don’t want to leave the house because you are so afraid that something bad is going to happen. This is no way to live. 

So you decided to finally do something about it, going to the only person you feel like you can trust- Tim Drake. You know that he is good at tracking people so he should be able to help you find out who is sending you these horrible messages. The two of you find an empty classroom to discuss the situation privately. Tim takes a moment to read through the messages. You watch his facial expressions change continuously as he does so, rather disgusted by some of the things that were said. 

“I’m surprised you haven’t taken this to the police.” He looks up from the phone with a concerned look. 

“Please don’t give me that look. I really don’t want to get the police involved, Tim. I just want to find out who it is so that I can put a stop to all this. It’s ruining my life.” You refrain yourself from crying. Tim admires how you are putting on a brave face. 

“Okay, I understand. No police.” Tim gets up from his seat and puts a hand on your shoulder for support. “I’ll keep a hold of this so that I can get to work on tracing the messages. No one stays hidden from me, I’ll have it all sorted out by tomorrow.” He promises and already it feels like a huge weight has been lifted from your shoulders. 

“Thank you so much, Tim.” You pull him in for a hug, perhaps hugging him a bit too long. “I knew I could count on you.”

Stop Doubting Yourself

La’gaan hasn’t been himself lately and everyone else may not have noticed but you certainly have. He seems to have a very short temper these days, the smallest things set him off. No one understands why he is being like this but you think you have a pretty good idea why. 

A few days ago you were conversing with Bart and Jaime, who were expressing how they felt it was pointless to have two Atlanteans on the team. You told them that they were being unreasonable because technically you have water based powers too and that it was unfair of them to say. Despite convincing them, you think La’gaan only heard a small portion of the conversation and it hurt his feelings. That’s the only reason you can think of. 

You figured it is time to talk to La’gaan about the misunderstanding. Hopefully, he will return back to his usual self. Of course, you find him outside looking out to the sea. He’s probably thinking of home, no doubt. Not that you can blame him after what he heard. You’d feel pretty outcasted too. 

“Hey, La’gaan.” You call out to get his attention. 

“Hey.” He looks over his shoulder briefly but you could see the sadness in his red eyes. 

“I’m going for a swim, would you like to join?” You offer him some companionship before talking things out with him. He needs a bit of cheering up and you know how much he loves to be in the water. 

“Sure.” He accepts your offer because he doesn’t want to seem rude. 

The two of you dive into the water and swim peacefully side by side. Your powers allow you to adapt to any environment, allowing you to breathe under water. You can also control the elements which is pretty cool too. The water is just right, not too cold or too warm, just perfect. La’gaan seems to be enjoying himself, swimming down to the very bottom. 

“La’gaan, I know you may have heard some things that may have upset you but I promise that Bart and Jaime meant no harm. We all value you as a member of this team.” You decide to have that conversation with him now that the two of you can truly talk alone. 

“That’s not what upset me.” He turns to face you. “What upset me is the fact that they might be right. I’m no Aqualad, I could never be as good as Kaldur. So what’s the point in me even being here?” 

“You need to stop doubting yourself and start believing in yourself!” You are quick to assure him that he is thinking complete nonsense. “It doesn’t matter what other people think. What truly matters is your faith in yourself. This team needs you, La’gaan, and I need the happy La’gaan back.”

“You really mean that?” He looks at you in bewilderment, having no idea that you believed in him so much. Out of everyone on the team, he is probably closest to you because you are always understanding and have been so welcoming from the start. 

“I meant every single word. I hate seeing you like this. I want you to be able to laugh and joke around again. No one deserves to feel left out.” You smile at him and a smile slowly appears on his face. 

“Thank you, y/n. I needed this.” La’gann wraps his arms around you tightly, his cheek brushing against yours. 

“There he is, good ol’ La’gaan is back.” You punch his shoulder playfully. “Race you to the peer?” 

“Loser buys some ice cream! Prepare to lose, y/n.” He smirks confidently at your challenge and before you know it he is off. 

The Return of Nightwing

Thinking about doing this one in parts because I really like the idea and can see potential for a possible mini-series :) 

It’s just a usual night for Terry, flying around in the Batmobile, looking for trouble. Being Batman sure has its perks; the sweet ride, all the coolest tech and gadgets, the list is endless. What a lot of people don’t realise is the struggle of the one behind the mask, what they have to sacrifice in order to go out every night to protect the city. 

Terry may be Gotham’s new Batman, but he is nothing like the one before him. For one, he isn’t as broody. Secondly, he isn’t as serious and likes to have some fun when he’s kicking ass. He doesn’t want to lose himself and become just Batman, he’s Terry McGinnis too, a son and an older brother. Unlike Bruce, he actually has a family to take care of while he has nothing left. Just a lonely old man. Terry doesn’t want to end up like that. The thought of being alone terrifies him. 

As he flies over the city, something, in particular, catches his eyes. Down below there is someone fighting a gang of Jokerz. In other words, someone is trying to do his job! He stops the Batmobile and promptly exits the vehicle, diving down to intervene. For all he knows it could be some random, untrained citizen trying to be a hero. He can’t let that go unnoticed. 

When his feet touch the ground and he can now get a closer look he realises the symbol on your chest. It once belonged to Dick Grayson, otherwise known as Nightwing. Why would someone like you be wearing the colours of one of Gotham’s greatest heroes? That is what Terry aims to find out. 

“Are you just going to stand there and gawk or are you actually going to help?” You snap at the Bat standing in front of you whilst continuing to fight off what seems like an endless army of Jokerz. 

“What’s wrong can’t handle a couple of Jokerz?” He attempts to mock you, not knowing who you are. 

“Shut up and fight!” You shout over all the noise at him. 

Terry does what he is told not wanting to get on your bad side. From what he can tell, you want to be an ally and you can handle yourself in a fight. In fact, the way you move is awfully familiar. You use some of the moves that Bruce taught him and others mimic the movements of Dick Grayson himself. Something tells Terry that there’s more to you than meets the eyes.

The two of you end the fight in no time. Terry just stands there and looks at you for a moment. You are wearing all the old school gear, no high tech gadgets or suit. It’s like you have travelled to the future from the past and it is a strange sight for him. Nothing is like that anymore, everything is top technology. Before Terry can even open his mouth you reach for your grapple gun and zip up into the air. He uses his rocket boots to chase after you, he needs answers. 

You stand there waiting on top of a building for him, away from the world below your feet. “I guess he hasn’t told you about me?” 

“That depends on who he is.” Terry picks his words carefully in case you are working with one of his enemies. If he has learned anything from Bruce, it is to be careful who you trust. 

“Our common friend. The one who guides you through that earpiece of yours.” You point to your head and smirk.

“Who do you--” Before he can finish his sentence, he hears Bruce’s voice sound in his ear. 

“McGinnis, I know you must have a lot of questions but I need you to bring her to the Batcave immediately. I need to talk to her.” Bruce gives out his orders. 

“What’s he saying?” You ask curiously, knowing that he just spoke to him. 

“Looks like you’re coming with me.” Terry signals the Batmobile and the doors open up. Without question, you get in the vehicle with him.

Well, What Do We Have Here?

For the past couple of days, you have been studying the so called ‘Batfamily’ in order to learn their weaknesses. The person who hired you (who shall remain anonymous) wants to take them all out, not just the big bad Bat. They are also offering you a pretty paycheck just to gather information on all of them individually. So far, you have profiled Spoiler, Barbara Batgirl, Batwoman and Batwing. You also know all of their secret identities, meaning you have dangerous intel on all of them. 

Tonight’s mission is none other than Nightwing himself. Otherwise known as Dick Grayson, who became an orphan at the tender age of nine and was taken in by Bruce Wayne after his parent’s murder. It’s uncanny how similar their stories are yet the two men couldn’t be more different. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t intrigued by him the most. From what you have witnessed he is selfless, bold, daring and charismatic. His greatest weakness, however, is that he would risk his own life trying to save people, especially the ones closest to him. He can sometimes let his emotional attachments cloud his judgements, a very human mistake. Does he deserve the fate that awaits him? Probably not but you’re not paid to think. You just have to remind yourself that this is work and nothing else. After all, you won’t be the one to pull the trigger. 

You have been following him closely most of the night, watching every fight and encounter carefully. His youth has clearly influenced a lot of his movements as he is very acrobatic and agile. For someone with no powers, he sure is impressive. What you fail to understand is his motive. What makes him risk his life every night? Although he also witnessed his parents die before his eyes, Dick Grayson didn’t become vengeful like Bruce Wayne did. He didn’t make a promise to himself at nine years old to wage war on all criminals for what happened to his parents. So what is the reason? 

While you were lost in your thoughts, Nightwing disappears from your sight and suddenly there’s a tap on your shoulder. You turn your head slowly only to find him standing right behind you. 

“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” He gives you a smug look for catching you out. 

“Oh you know, only your biggest fan. You’re a lot smaller in person.” You give him a rather sarcastic reply. He cannot know your true intentions so you will have to come up with a good cover up. 

“Cute. I guess that would explain why you have been following me around all night.” Instead of being offended, he instead teases you back. There’s just something so playful about him and you like that. 

“Okay, so you caught me out, big deal. What are you going to do about it?” You shrug your shoulders, acting like you don’t care about being caught. 

“That depends, who are you working with?” He now looks at you suspiciously, paying close attention to your body language. If he thinks he can read you like a book then he is dead wrong. You never give anything away.  

“I work for no one but myself.” You answer confidently. 

“Either you’re a really dedicated photographer or a top secret spy.” He points to your camera but also refers to your attire. You are wearing stealth gear, good gear at that.

“Good luck finding out which one pretty boy.” You decide to have some fun with this, becoming flirtatious. Hopefully, your charm is enough to distract him from the truth. 

“Oh, so you think I’m pretty? I’m flattered.” He takes a few steps forward, not breaking eye contact. You actually feel rather nervous as he approaches you. Not because he may be onto you but for a different reason entirely.

“You know they say if you look into someone’s eyes for more than seven seconds without blinking, you either want to kill or have sex with them.” You stare deeply back into his eyes, feeling something burning within you. 

“Which one would you prefer?” There’s a look in his dark blue eyes that hopes for the latter. 

“Why don’t we take this somewhere private and you’ll find out?” You raise your eyebrow suggestively.