A.N. HEY! GUESS WHAT! THIS ISN'T THE LAST CHAPPIE! I (accidentally) LIED TO YOU GUYS LAST CHAPPIE! I was a little overzealous with wanting to get this done and I really did think that this would be the last chappie until I realized that I wanted to cut it into two chappie's. #sorrynotsorry So next chappie will (probably) be the last chapter. No promises though, I might do an epilogue, but for whoever asked, the possibilities of a sequel are slim(ish). I originally planned on maybe doing a sequel but now I have another story idea that I want to do after Nightwing is finished. Sequels are over-rated anyway.

-Chewyring

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NIGHTWING'S P.O.V.

I began my slow crawl to consciousness not really knowing what happened, or why I was out like a light anyway. I couldn't remember anything after Robin was taken by Slade. All I knew was that something on me hurt. Actually, scratch that, everything on me hurt. From what I could tell was a broken nose to what I thought was a shattered knee cap, and everything in between.

That's when the memories came rushing back to me at light speed. Us going to get Robin, me willingly going with Slade in return for Tim, me pissing Slade off and him 'punishing' me within an inch of my life. And then nothing.

I finally decided it was a good time to open my eyes and when I did, I felt two emotions swirl up inside of me.

Confusion and dread.

I was in the infirmary at the Watchtower. And I had no idea how I got here.

Well I actually had a perfectly good idea for how I got here. Once the titans, team and JLA members, which is who I'm assuming I heard breaking into Slade's building while I was on the verge of unconsciousness, found me beaten to near death, they probably brought me here because titan tower does not have the equipment needed to heal me. The question is how they got me here.

Oh, shit. The zeta beams on the JLA jet. If we used that to get here, then my whole Nightwing persona is up the creek without a paddle. I would have registered as Robin, identification B01.

And there is really no other way to get to the Watchtower other than Zeta beams and spaceships, and I know we didn't have one of those handy.

I'm officially screwed.

Then I heard the door open and someone walk in.

Correction, now I'm officially screwed.

Batman walked into my field of vision and we just stared at each other for a little while until I chose to break the ice.

"So, I'm guessing you want an explanation, right?"

He just looked at me like I asked the stupidest question ever.

Well I might as well dive right in.

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NO P.O.V. (just 'cuz it's easier this way)

Nightwing reached up and peeled off his mask, looking his former mentor in the eye.

"Can we at least do this as Dick and Bruce and not Nightwing and Batman?"

Batman sighed in resignation and pulled off the cowl, transforming from crime fighter to billionaire in seconds.

For a short while, they both just stared at each other, neither wanting to break the silence that had fallen over the two. Finally Bruce got up the courage to talk to his first son in a surprisingly hopeful voice.

"So, it's really you?"

The subject in question immediately looked down, ashamed, and started talking rapidly, trying to defend his actions.

"Look, Bruce, I'm sorry I ran. I'm so sorry. And I get it. I get that what I did was irresponsible and reckless. I know that I shouldn't have acted on impulse. I shouldn't have ran. Or I at least should have contacted you eventually. But I was scared. You don't get it. I NEED to do this, to fight crime. Robin was really important to me, and you just thought you could try and take that away from me. I needed him. I felt betrayed by you, and…"

Dick's was silenced when Bruce suddenly hugged him, effectively cutting off his nervous ramblings. The usually stoic dark knight of Gotham became the caring father that few knew of immediately.

"I know, Dick, I know. I was just so worried. I never wanted to see you hurt like that ever again. God, I've been so worried."

"So, how mad are you?"

Bruce looked down at his eldest son calmly, without any anger in his face.

"I'm angry that you left and didn't keep in contact, and I'm disappointed that you made such a rash and dangerous decision,"

At this, Dick looked down ashamedly, thinking his mentor was going to be harsh and angry at him even though he tried to explain himself.

"But, I'm also very proud of you Dick. You have been busy the last year. You somehow managed to create a team of crime fighters totally independent from the league. Jump city is one of the safest cities in the United States now, and that is all thanks to you. Yes, I am mad at you, but I also see that you leaving wasn't all bad."

They then fell into a silence that quickly became awkward. Both of the two refused to make eye-contact with each other and Nightwing still wouldn't look at his old mentor even when he spoke.

"So, uh, what now?"

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A.N. Yay, it's done! This took me forever because I would start typing then lose my train of thought and I don't want to give you guys a crappy story, so. Well, hope you liked it, sorry for the slow updates. Hopefully the next one I can get out faster. Remember, REVIEW PLEASE!

-Chewyring