Not shy [ Dick ]

[Kara Zor-El]

The lull of the waves was enough to keep the mind of the girl off her pretty ridiculous life. Catching murderers, stopping villains, fighting mythical creatures- all in the day of none other than Supergirl. The single thought sent a slight roll of ice-blue eyes in her head as she moved to lay her cheek on the pair of legs that rested against her chest. Resting her cheek on the exposed knee, for a moment she sat as still as a statue as the lights in the distance let her mind wander. It had been a while since she had tried to be a ‘normal’ kid. High school wasn’t in the cards for her- it was pretty hard to hide what she was. There had been many times she had accidentally broken something or hit the ball too hard in P.E. It was more of a liability for Kara to be anywhere near other humans.

A sigh left her nose, pulling her eyes from the city lights that twinkled in the distance of Gotham. Typically this was her go-to place to hide from Clark and a lot of her responsibilities as of late. Being apart of the Justice League was great but man, did she get tired of being at the beck and call of the elders. There were times she just didn’t answer their calls to focus on herself- such as now.
Hiding under the bridge wasn’t something people would think the protege of Superman would do, but here she was. Tucked into the side, her knees to her chest as she barely touched the ground with arms tucked tightly around her knees. A light pout pulled her lips as her eyes looked over the waves as once again a wave of self-pity pulled at her brain. It was a constant feeling of why me. A need to fit in was ground into her mind from her schooling on Krypton- in reality, she was pretty popular but at that moment she felt alone. All of her family, her friends were gone and despite trying to fit into the teenagers around her, there was a disconnected- whether it was her or them, that was the real question.

Whispers caught the attention of the blonde as painted black eyelashes looked towards the top of the bridge. Focusing on the sounds, it wasn’t understandable for a moment before a grunt. In a quick second, the body of a man was thrown over the side. Pulling her attention from the voices above, legs pushed against the side of the cliff to fly towards the form. With a slight wince, the body of the stranger landed easily in her arms before she pulled herself back up to finally lay eyes on the group of four men that stared in disbelief.

“What is a Super doing in this area?” One of the men snarled lightly to the other, mentioning that despite her normal uniform they recognized her. Possibly it was the stylized shirt she sniped off of Conner on her last visit. The black shirt draped down her shoulder, the neckline having been cut while the bottom was tied to her waist with a small knot. Finishing the outfit was a pair of distressed jeans and no shoes- pretty classy, huh?

Landing lightly, Kara set the man on his feet as quick as she could, untied the knot that held his hands together behind his back. As soon as his hands were done, he pulled the cloth from his mouth and spit out the fabric that was shoved inside.
“P-P..Please…” It was a rasp as he tugged at the rope on his own feet but Kara’s eyes were already on the men as almost like a ripple, guns were pulled from the inside of their jackets. Raising a light-colored brow, she hated that moment for intervening but with the sound of the victim scurrying off, she knew she couldn’t let him fall to his death. This area could be pretty merciless.

“Listen… How about I let you guys go and consider this a huge misunderstanding?” It was an attempt to try and not get shot at, but with the family crest on her chest, it was going to be difficult for them not to shoot her. Psychology- raising her hands, she tried to seem passive to match her words. If she got into any more trouble, she wasn’t sure how Clark or even Batman would react- this was his turf.
Before she could say another world, bullets were released from the pistols towards her. At that moment, she pushed from the ground into the air and heard the bullet hit the skin. Glancing behind her, the free-falling man was crumbling to the ground holding his leg. This was becoming more than she wanted to deal with. Diving down, the woman grabbed at one of the men’s shirts- pulling him into the sky.

“Y-You’re messing with the wrong group, Chick.” A hiss escaped the man as she carried him to the closet dumpster. Dropping the man, she turned to return with a smug smile that didn’t last. Is it just me or are these guys multiplying? It was a question to herself as the sounds of a scuffle came from down the narrow alley- luckily, she could go up but not without a raining of bullets following her trail.

“Of freaking course…” It was a hiss under her breath as she hovered in the air over the side alley that faced the bridge. The men didn’t make sense to her- whose men were these? Why couldn’t they just freaking disappear…



[ Word count: 934 | Tag: Nightwing ] 

[DICK GRAYSON]

Blüdhaven, at the very least, was never dull. Not even for a vigilante like Nightwing, who’d spent the first half of his life in a circus and the second half fighting criminals that ranged from petty thieves to aliens bent on taking over the world. Sure, the local crime here didn’t have that kind of variety, but it was the sheer amount of it that really boggled Dick’s mind at times. Still, he was adjusting and becoming more and more acquainted with the totally unique experience that was Gotham’s poorer sister city.

The city must have sensed this somehow, ‘cause next thing he knew he was watching Supergirl of all people fly above a bridge, bringing an unexpected interruption to a gang initiation Nightwing himself had been planning on getting the drop on. At least it was someone faster than a speeding bullet that had beat him to the punch.

He briefly wondered if he should even bother lending a hand. She was Supergirl after all and a large gathering of gangsters wasn’t really a problem for her. He was closer to Clark and Conner, it was true, but he knew enough about that pinched look of annoyance on her face to make up his mind. Besides, it’d been a while—too long—since he’d seen someone not wearing a Bat or related symbol on their chest—his fault, he knew. So, it’d be nice to say hi.

He shot out a grapple and swung onto the bridge, feet colliding into the back of a particularly large thug and bringing him crashing to the ground. He didn’t stop moving, springing off the back of the thug into a flip and letting two wing dings fly and slice through the air and then across the back of two men’s hands. They let out curses, dropping their weapons. There was a brief pause, as they all no doubt debated who to focus their fire on.

“I can’t decide if you guys seeing a Super and not instantly scattering is brave or stupid.” They seemed to make up their minds, half now aiming at Supergirl and the others aiming at Nightwing. “I’m leaning toward stupid.”

They fired and he moved, leaping amongst them—they were a lot less likely to pull their triggers when they chanced hitting one of their own—and taking out one by slamming his escrima into the man’s throat while also sweeping his legs out from under him.

“Good to see you, Supergirl” he said all the while. His voice wasn’t loud enough for the thugs to hear above the gunfire, but he didn’t doubt Kara would pick it out easily. “I see Blüdhaven’s giving you its typical warm welcome.”