Present: The End of The End of The Line

When the fighting was coming to an end, the heroes slowed and started to address injuries.

The injuries were great, but no one was dying thankfully, though Batgirl had to get an emergency transport to the Watchtower for a gunshot wound to her spine. Her fight had taken a turn for the worse, and one stray bullet hit her in the stomach, going through and damaging her spinal cord.

Snow Raven and Firecracker was talking next to Winter Angel as she absentmindedly petted both Stan and Spike.

Roy stood up. "When did Winter Angel get here? Where is Black Frost?"

Winter looked up, her mind clearing up. "Right. I forgot. Nightwing told you and I wasn't able to tell you." She sighed. "I'm Black Frost. Winter Angel is my civilian life, while Black Frost is my crime fighting life...It's complicated." She shrugged.

"Yeah, especially since you're married to a hero like Nightwing." Fred stated, humor lacing his half-serious voice.

Wally choked. "He's married to-"

Batman cut him off, frowning as he now just realizing something. "Winter, where is Nightwing?"

She opened her mouth, but tensed. She then burst into snowflakes as she teleported away.

"What just-"

Lucy gasped. "Nightwing's dying."

~

Nightwing gasped for breath, in a last attempt to finish his fight for Robin, he got stabbed with a word. Great.

He had just fallen on the ground when Winter appeared. Accidently turning into Black Frost, she gripped his hand. He gripped her hand tighter and spoke through the blood that seemed to pour out of his mouth. "Kill me..." A gasp. "Please..."

With a deep breath and a nod, Black Frost got up and reached for her gun. With practiced ease, she aimed and fired.

The shot echoed through the whole place, bringing everyone other person still in the building to the sound.

Batman was the first one to approach the scene as everyone stood by the door. He walked forward, taking in the gun wound in Nightwing's head and the gun still in Black Frost's hand as she sat next to Nightwing's body, looking sad and tired.

Batman crouched in front of her, taking away the gun, holding her as her tired body slumped into his arms.

She didn't talk, didn't move even when the others gathered around the body, crying and in shock of what just happened to Nightwing. He couldn't be dead...could he...?

Past: The End of The Line

Black Frost, or as Nightwing likes to call her, Winter Angel, Win for short. She stood at the edge of a rooftop of an apartment building in Bludhaven. She watched the sun rise over the building, shining off the water. Even with the crime infested city, there was still the hope of the sun rising.

After everything that happened with Nightwing and the Court of Owls, Frost didn't know what would happen now that it's over.

Go back to being just Black Frost or continuing being the hero named Winter Angel?

She sighed, sat down and rested her head on her arms as they rested on the roof ledge.

"Thinking of what's next?" The voice brought a smile onto her face.

"Yeah." She responded as he sat down next to her in his Nightwing suit. She leaned onto him, watching the sun rise higher into the sky.

"So, what is next?" He asked, not looking away from the sight of the sun climbing higher and higher.

She bit her lip, trying to bite back the sigh. "You can go back. They're looking for you." She stated, knowing that it was common knowledge. Everyone was looking for Nightwing.

"I want to stay with you."

She closed her eyes, knowing she couldn't change his mind. "Okay. Just promise me one thing." She looked at him sadly, knowing this next part might break him a little bit more.

"And what is that?" He frowned, not liking the tone of her voice.

"If you stay with me, no biological kids. No kids." She looked broken in his eyes.

He looked upset, but understood. Genes was something that burdened the two of them. "I promise." He said with certainty.

She nodded with a relieved smile. She relaxed into him even more.

He smiled, impulsively grabbed her chin and kissed her in the light of the morning sun.

All the while, the two words hauntingly floated around them.

...no kids...

THE END.

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: July 4, 2017.