Past: The First (Date) Night

"What are we doing here? I thought you going to tell me something." Nightwing's voice pierced through the Bludhaven night.

Black Frost crossed her arms and stared at him, making Nightwing feel a little unnerved. Something wasn't right and his instincts were screaming at him that he shouldn't be here.

"I brought you here to help you." She watched every move he made, showing only mild curiosity.

Nightwing frowned, wondering why this place seemed familiar, but in a Joker-tortured-me-there kind of way. Familiar in a bad way.

He tried looking around, thinking maybe he did run into a Gotham criminal, but why were they in Bludhaven? And wouldn't Nightwing be able to remember if that had happened...?

Black Frost frowned, borderline concerned. "You still don't remember." She commented, staring at him as he looked around the area.

"Don't remember what?" A thought then came to him. "What do you mean by 'still don't remember'?" Nightwing had a feeling she was hinting towards them meeting before today.

Black Frost's lip twitched up. "This is our fourth time meeting."

Dick felt lost at that big revelation. He doesn't remember meeting a criminal like Black Frost before, much less three times before.

"When was the first time, and why can't I remember?" Was all that Dick could get out. First, Jason's death, Kaldur leaving to go undercover, the invasion, and...Wally's death.

Something in that moment caused Black Frost to visibly soften. "He isn't dead."

Nightwing's head snapped up, staring in disbelief. "No, he's-"

"Nightwing," Black Frost started softly. "You have been struggling mentally since after the second Robin died-I have my sources. I stood here when you were battling Blockbuster. Do you remember that?" Her icy, bright blue eyes pierced through the darkness of the night, holding no deception.

Dick tried to remember, only to feel sick after a few moments. "I-I don't-"

"I know." Came the soft voice, one that sparked the memory of a night he hasn't been able to remember.

It all came back to him as he slowly fell to the ground of the rooftop. Blockbuster, Tarantula, the death of Blockbuster, what happened next with-

Dick groaned, putting his head in his hands, feeling stupid and completely useless.

A hesitant hand touched his shoulder. Remembering that night reminded him of the mysterious person who got him back to his apartment in Bludhaven.

"Why did you save me? You have to know who I am to know where my apartment is, even though you came to my apartment earlier, you had to know before this." He looked up at her crouched figure, masked blue eyes silently hoping that he didn't endanger anyone's identity. "You were the one who saved me."

She plopped down right in front of him with a grace that only with an acrobatic background could manage. "We shouldn't talk too much here, but know that yours and every other hero's identities are safe. You have my word. I've known yours for a long time now-and I'm talking years-without telling anyone. I'll explain more about myself and my operation later, that is if you agree to a deal."

Dick was curious to see what she was proposing, but knew that she could be dangerous. If she managed to get him here without saying too much on the matter.

You only followed her to see if she really was Black Frost. That way you would have a reason-the courage-to go back to the Batcave to talk to Batman...A voice whispered in his head.

With a sigh, Nightwing turned back to Black Frost. "What do you propose?" He asked.

Black Frost started to smile a little. "It involves your friend Kid Flash-the first one. I can bring him back if you help me with something that helps you."

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: June 24, 2017.