Finding
Title: Finding
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: DC Comics
Prompt: 19. Found
Character/Pairing: Nightwing, Captain Boomerang II, Flash
Rating: G
Word Count: 216
Summary: He's found his brother, and now he doesn't know what to do.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Me? Do I LOOK like I own them?
“Well,” Nightwing said with a small gesture in the direction his companion was looking, “there he is. Now what are you going to do?”
Owen Mercer watched Bart Allen through his binoculars in a broody silence. He wasn’t as good as Nightwing or Metamorpho when it came to the brooding, but he’d been practicing. “I dunno,” he finally said when it became clear that Nightwing didn’t consider brooding silences to be an answer. “Last time I found my blood family, they ended up dead.”
Nightwing didn’t answer that, which was what Owen had intended. The former Rogue pulled the binoculars away from his eyes. “Looks like a nice kid.”
“He is,” Nightwing said.
“Wouldn’t be fair to drag him into my mess of a life.”
Nightwing was silent again, but Owen could practically hear the agreement in his silence. It was more than a little annoying.
“On the other hand, he’s my brother,” Owen went on. “Flesh of my flesh, etcetera. Only blood family I’ve got left. It’d be nice to know him.” He fingered the boomerang bandolier strapped across his chest. The unvoiced question in his mind was ‘But would he want to know me?’
Owen was, after all, an ex-Rogue. A wanted criminal. And technically, he was dead.
And this was a good kid.
Author: fullmetal_cute
Fandom: DC Comics
Prompt: 19. Found
Character/Pairing: Nightwing, Captain Boomerang II, Flash
Rating: G
Word Count: 216
Summary: He's found his brother, and now he doesn't know what to do.
Authors Notes/Disclaimer: Me? Do I LOOK like I own them?
“Well,” Nightwing said with a small gesture in the direction his companion was looking, “there he is. Now what are you going to do?”
Owen Mercer watched Bart Allen through his binoculars in a broody silence. He wasn’t as good as Nightwing or Metamorpho when it came to the brooding, but he’d been practicing. “I dunno,” he finally said when it became clear that Nightwing didn’t consider brooding silences to be an answer. “Last time I found my blood family, they ended up dead.”
Nightwing didn’t answer that, which was what Owen had intended. The former Rogue pulled the binoculars away from his eyes. “Looks like a nice kid.”
“He is,” Nightwing said.
“Wouldn’t be fair to drag him into my mess of a life.”
Nightwing was silent again, but Owen could practically hear the agreement in his silence. It was more than a little annoying.
“On the other hand, he’s my brother,” Owen went on. “Flesh of my flesh, etcetera. Only blood family I’ve got left. It’d be nice to know him.” He fingered the boomerang bandolier strapped across his chest. The unvoiced question in his mind was ‘But would he want to know me?’
Owen was, after all, an ex-Rogue. A wanted criminal. And technically, he was dead.
And this was a good kid.