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iesikaOh. My. God. I just found my name on the Nightwing/Other list and went digging and I found something I wrote in July of 2000, which probably makes it my very first posted piece of fanfiction. I completely forgot that I had written this. I would have been 16. Oh. My. God.
Right. Okay. I'm reposting this for posterity, because it only exists on the mailing list (as I keep meaning to do the same for my old GW fic but never find the time).
It is set during issues 42-43 of Nightwing, and features Tad, aka Nite-Wing (who set out to become a vigilante and nearly got himself killed, only to be rescued by the real Nightwing, who then tried training him a little so he wouldn't end up in the hospital again. Tad was...a mess. Very fucked in the head. Kind of lovable, in an odd way, until he beat that federal agent to death, but that didn't happen until later... Also, yes, I know eskrima is not Japanese, but Tad doesn't). Also, it's very gen, thankfully. I am not subjecting anyone to my first attempt at smut. ^_^;
Hero Worship
He's amazing.
Nightwing, I mean. The original one, not me. I am *nothing* compared to this guy. He's got the gadgets, the clothes, the looks, the moves...
God, what moves! I've only run into him a handful of times and already I've seen him do stuff I don't think anyone else would dream possible. And he says he's going to teach me! Vigilante school! How cool is that?
I'm starting to wonder if I'm really ready for all this. I mean, I thought I was good. But this guy was trained by the *Batman*. He's been up against all those famous wackos... the Joker, Two Face, the Penguin... Compared to him I'm just another street punk in a mask with a chip on my shoulder. Where I've got pipes, he's got those fancy Japanese fighting sticks (ouch). I chunk eight-balls at the baddies, he throws those cool little boomerang things with the blades (ouch again). I wear a damn hockey jersey with stick-on letters. He's got a skintight (yum), bulletproof, flexible suit that looks like something out of a comic book.
Where I've got muscles, he's got, you know, *muscles*. But he can move... Boy oh boy can he move. Fast, too. When I jumped him back at
the Burnet (I still can't believe I did that. Stupid! Stupid!) he was on me before I could blink. And off just as fast, when he recognized me. I didn't even know what had hit me until he was helping me up.
I kept trying to make friendly, To thank him for saving my ass before, but he was just pissed to see me again. Kinda put a damper on things.
And speaking of dampers, that's about when that backwards-head-dude showed up. Soames, I think Nightwing called him. But he called himself Torque. Like a wrench. Spooky guy, that Torque. Mean bastard, too.
When he chunked that dynamite at us, I thought for sure we were going to die. It I'd been alone, I know I would. I froze. Just for a second, but I froze, anyway. I guess that means he saved my life again, when he dragged me into that safe.
I don't think I'd ever been that scared, before, with the dark, and the heat, and the pain. I couldn't tell up from down until he landed on top of me. Even then, I wasn't so sure.
When the SWAT goon started shooting, though, I know we had to get rolling, and fast. On *my* bike. That felt pretty cool. Like I'd actually helped out. Then I remembered why we were even in this mess, and my mood fell like a mile.
I'm gonna kill Redhorn.
Nightwing was damn mad. Said I stole his name. Stole his gig. That's when I found out who he was. *NIGHTWING*! The *Man*! The real thing! He worked with the *BATMAN*!
Anyhow, somewhere between me yelling about it being a free country and him telling me to back off, he decided he was going to take me
under his wing (heh).
So, now I'm on the roof of this old beer factory, and he's telling me to jump. Says the high ground is our advantage. Element of surprise, and all that crap. He says it's easy. He says it's fun. I think he's crazy.
But then he jumps- dives- from the rooftop. He looks so beautiful. Graceful. So completely unafraid that it takes my breath away. He's rushing towards the ground, and I think he's gonna bite it, but the line does what he said it would, and he lands lightly, like a cat. Completely unhurt. And then he calls out for me to join him.
I take a deep breath. I close my eyes and I see him, suspended there, like he really can fly. The name fits him. Nightwing. Like a ghost. A
phantom.
I take the first step.
Whadda ya know. He was right.
THE END
Right. Okay. I'm reposting this for posterity, because it only exists on the mailing list (as I keep meaning to do the same for my old GW fic but never find the time).
It is set during issues 42-43 of Nightwing, and features Tad, aka Nite-Wing (who set out to become a vigilante and nearly got himself killed, only to be rescued by the real Nightwing, who then tried training him a little so he wouldn't end up in the hospital again. Tad was...a mess. Very fucked in the head. Kind of lovable, in an odd way, until he beat that federal agent to death, but that didn't happen until later... Also, yes, I know eskrima is not Japanese, but Tad doesn't). Also, it's very gen, thankfully. I am not subjecting anyone to my first attempt at smut. ^_^;
Hero Worship
He's amazing.
Nightwing, I mean. The original one, not me. I am *nothing* compared to this guy. He's got the gadgets, the clothes, the looks, the moves...
God, what moves! I've only run into him a handful of times and already I've seen him do stuff I don't think anyone else would dream possible. And he says he's going to teach me! Vigilante school! How cool is that?
I'm starting to wonder if I'm really ready for all this. I mean, I thought I was good. But this guy was trained by the *Batman*. He's been up against all those famous wackos... the Joker, Two Face, the Penguin... Compared to him I'm just another street punk in a mask with a chip on my shoulder. Where I've got pipes, he's got those fancy Japanese fighting sticks (ouch). I chunk eight-balls at the baddies, he throws those cool little boomerang things with the blades (ouch again). I wear a damn hockey jersey with stick-on letters. He's got a skintight (yum), bulletproof, flexible suit that looks like something out of a comic book.
Where I've got muscles, he's got, you know, *muscles*. But he can move... Boy oh boy can he move. Fast, too. When I jumped him back at
the Burnet (I still can't believe I did that. Stupid! Stupid!) he was on me before I could blink. And off just as fast, when he recognized me. I didn't even know what had hit me until he was helping me up.
I kept trying to make friendly, To thank him for saving my ass before, but he was just pissed to see me again. Kinda put a damper on things.
And speaking of dampers, that's about when that backwards-head-dude showed up. Soames, I think Nightwing called him. But he called himself Torque. Like a wrench. Spooky guy, that Torque. Mean bastard, too.
When he chunked that dynamite at us, I thought for sure we were going to die. It I'd been alone, I know I would. I froze. Just for a second, but I froze, anyway. I guess that means he saved my life again, when he dragged me into that safe.
I don't think I'd ever been that scared, before, with the dark, and the heat, and the pain. I couldn't tell up from down until he landed on top of me. Even then, I wasn't so sure.
When the SWAT goon started shooting, though, I know we had to get rolling, and fast. On *my* bike. That felt pretty cool. Like I'd actually helped out. Then I remembered why we were even in this mess, and my mood fell like a mile.
I'm gonna kill Redhorn.
Nightwing was damn mad. Said I stole his name. Stole his gig. That's when I found out who he was. *NIGHTWING*! The *Man*! The real thing! He worked with the *BATMAN*!
Anyhow, somewhere between me yelling about it being a free country and him telling me to back off, he decided he was going to take me
under his wing (heh).
So, now I'm on the roof of this old beer factory, and he's telling me to jump. Says the high ground is our advantage. Element of surprise, and all that crap. He says it's easy. He says it's fun. I think he's crazy.
But then he jumps- dives- from the rooftop. He looks so beautiful. Graceful. So completely unafraid that it takes my breath away. He's rushing towards the ground, and I think he's gonna bite it, but the line does what he said it would, and he lands lightly, like a cat. Completely unhurt. And then he calls out for me to join him.
I take a deep breath. I close my eyes and I see him, suspended there, like he really can fly. The name fits him. Nightwing. Like a ghost. A
phantom.
I take the first step.
Whadda ya know. He was right.
THE END
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Date: 2008-10-25 07:28 am (UTC)awww. XD
...That wasn't bad at all, btw. ^_^
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Date: 2008-10-25 08:56 am (UTC)Not long after I wrote this, Tad became a villain. Still, I have some fondness for his doofiness, and actually drew two pieces of fanart with him in them, back in the day. I think I gave away the one I really liked, though...
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Date: 2009-10-03 07:04 am (UTC)I don't even know who Tad is but it makes me sad that he turned into a villain.
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Date: 2009-10-03 09:03 pm (UTC)He was SUCH AN IDIOT. It was because he was an idiot that I liked him. ^_^ Then he was revealed to be nuts in a non-endearing way, and killed a really cool character, and I got all sad and frustrated and I'm not as fond of him as I was.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nite-Wing
He got redeemed a little by helping Dick send Tarantula up for Redhorn's murder, but I can't remember now if he turned himself in after that or if Dick dumped him in jail.
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Date: 2009-10-03 11:29 pm (UTC)Yay at him for helping Dick get Tarantula in jail *glares at Tarantula and Devin Grayson*