Fic : No Win Situation
Author: Nightfall_0
Title: No Win Situation
Rating: G
Characters/Pairings: Dick Grayson
Words count: 553
Summary: Dick’s thoughts in the jet taking him to Tim and Damian
Warnings: /
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. Dc does.
Note: Set between Nightwing #138 and Detective Comics #838, during “The Resurrection of Ra’s Al Ghul” Saga
Dick shifted uncomfortably in the seat of the jet, changing position for the umpteenth time. He was restless, unable to keep still for a minute. They had just left Gotham, after a brief stop at the Arkham Asylum to drop those three annoying chicks who had caused him so much trouble. The ninjas had used them to prevent him from helping Tim and Damian. They were well-trained and they knew exactly the Bat’s code of honor: never let anyone die, if you have something to say on it. That applied for villains too, so poisoning the chicks had been a hell of an idea to keep him busy as they run off with Robin and Batman’s son as hostages. A perfect no-win situation, one he hated the most.
He entered the cockpit to ask Alfred if he needed some help, but the old man answered that he had everything under control and to go and take some rest. Dick smiled. Good old Alfred, always caring for all of them.
Nightwing removed his mask and sat again. He had several bruises all over his body due to the fight with Ra’s ninjas, but he didn’t give a damn about them.
He was freaking worried for Tim. Not that the current Boy Wonder couldn’t handle the situation by himself until his arrival, but what Batman had told him lately together with what he had seen with his own eyes in the Batcave, didn’t allow him to relax.
Tim was on the edge, a very dangerous edge. He had suffered so many losses lately, and the showing up of the “Titans of Tomorrow” - featuring him as a homicidal Batman and cloned Conner and Bart as Superman and The Flash - hadn’t been of any help either. Not to mention that Tim himself would have been the one cloning those two in an upcoming future.
Tim felt lost, that was the plain truth. And the presence of Damian didn’t make things any better. The betrayal and the disbelief that Dick had felt in Tim’s voice when Robin had called out his name while he had had to turn his back on him to save the three damned chicks during the battle in the cave said it all.
Loss, disappointment and anger were a fatal mix, one that not everyone would have been able to carry alone. And, for sure, in Ra’s hiding there would have been a Lazarus Pit. Its fascination could have been irresistible for a wrecked soul like Tim’s.
Dick trusted Tim, but he was afraid that the kid might have been pushed far over the point of no return. He wouldn’t have allowed Tim to fall in the dark, to go astray. Tim was his dear little brother and he would have never let go of him. He would have kicked some sense into him, if he had to. Neither Batman nor Alfred could do it; it was up to him, Tim’s older brother.
“Master Dick, please fasten your belt, we’re landing” Alfred’s voice announced from the speaker. Dick complied and put back his mask, straightening up. He looked out the small window, observing the mountains arise from the clouds as the jet, slowly, glided toward the Gonggar’s airport.
To hell no win situations. He would have won this, no matter what.