Dick's Point of View
I swung on my bike and looked over to the apartment window, where Brooklyn was standing. Her goofy smile had once again caught me off guard as she waved her small hand in my direction. Her rosy freckled cheeks stood out against the dark nighttime atmosphere. I nodded my head and made my way to Dock 27.
I couldn't stop thinking about her asking me to the formal. How out of her mind was she? Asking a vigilante to a dance?
It's not like I'm not excited to go with her. But what if she finds out my cover? Oh crap! That means I would have to ditch Cindy.
My thoughts were set to a halt as I arrived a few yards away, noticing there were a bunch of Penguin's goons everywhere. I parked my bike and climbed up on top of a roof to get a better view. There were twenty men, all loaded with guns, surrounding the dock's general area.
This shipment must be pretty important if the Penguin is loading up his men with these toys.
I looked up in the distance and saw a ship pulling in. I glanced down at my watch and it read 12:43 a.m.
Well, Brooklyn. I guess you win this bet.
Suddenly, I hear this hushed 'yes!' coming out from behind me. I whipped my head around to see Brooklyn, holding a laptop in her hands dressed up in a large sweatshirt.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I angrily whispered at her, "Go home!"
She grinned at me, "I just wanted to see if I was going to win the bet."
"Well," I glared, "You need to leave. Now."
"Yeah, yeah," she said as she waved her hand, "I'm already gone."
I followed her down the ladder on the side of the building and made sure she got down there safely.
"You know, Nightwing," she whispered excitedly, "I've been taking self-defense classes online."
I scoffed, "Oh, really! Did you look them up on YouTube?"
She narrowed her eyes at me, "I did, and let me tell you -- "
"Gotcha, birdie," said a goon from behind us as he fired his gun in my direction.
"No!" Brooklyn shouted as she leaped in front of me, holding her laptop in front of her.
There was a loud bang and then, a deathly silence.
Brooklyn's Point of View
I woke up in my old bedroom. I hadn't seen it since I was with my parents. The colors, the smell, the atmosphere, it was all there. It was comforting, like an old friend. I sat up and smelled something cooking downstairs. I got up and made my way to the kitchen, my feet lightly hitting the floor. I felt like I was walking on clouds.
"Good morning, honey," said a voice I hadn't heard in many years.
I turned the corner and saw my mother standing there with a plate of blueberry pancakes in her hands. Her brown curly hair was pinned up like always and her rosy cheeks made her freckles pop out across her face. Her gentle smile warmed my heart up as if it had been frozen solid.
My thoughts were interrupted by another familiar voice, "You're just in time for breakfast!"
I looked to my right to see my father, with his scruffy beard and toothy grin, inviting me to sit next to him. His eyebrows became furrowed again as he turned to his regular morning newspaper.
"Cameron!" my mother cooed like she always did, "You need to put on your reading glasses. You're squinting again! I swear, you'll be as blind as a bat in a few years."
My dad winked at me as he spoke to my mother, "Oh, Mary, I can see perfectly fine!"
And as my mother sat down next to my father, life seemed to fall into place. I forgot about Dick, Karen, Nightwing, Gotham Academy, and everything else. I was completely speechless.
Suddenly, the scene changed and I was standing at Dock 27 and my parents had their suitcases in hand. The sun was setting gracefully and my parent's boat, The Vigilante, was bobbing in the water. My stomach began to churn violently as I realized what was happening all over again.
"We'll only be gone for a few weeks, Brookie," my dad smiled, "Plus, you and Karen can have some quality time together!"
I looked at him, shaking my head, "No, this can't be happening."
My mom lifted my chin with her delicate fingers and looked into my eyes, "Hey, hey, it's going to be okay. We'll be back before you know it."
She pulled me into a hug and before I knew it, tears were soaking her blouse. I kept shaking my head over and over, "No, no, no! You're leaving me forever. Don't leave me. Please don't leave me!"
My dad didn't seem to hear me as he pulled me into an embrace. "We love you very much!"
"Dad? Stop! Can you even hear me? You're not coming back!"
My dad and my mom began to walk onto the boat.
They dropped their suitcases and my dad took the steering wheel. I tried to run after them but my feet seemed like they were glued to the floor. I couldn't budge.
"Mom! Dad! Please!"
My mom waved at me as my dad started up the engine and began to move away from the dock.
"You never came back!"
And slowly, the boat disappeared into the bright red sunset as hot tears rolled down my cheeks. I began to cry uncontrollably as a felt a sharp pain in my stomach. The sunset slowly began to fade and my whole world turned dark once more.
Dick's Point of View
My eyes could not be taken off the heart monitor as I sat next to Brooklyn in Mount Justice. The beeps were slow, but she was alive and there. She was there for me. She took a bullet for me, for Dick, and she doesn't know it. The laptop she held in front of her slowed the bullet some, but she still got shot in the side.
It should have been me. I should've taken that bullet.
Suddenly, the heart monitor started to beep like crazy. Beads of sweat pooled on her forehead as tears streamed out of her closed eyes. She woke up abruptly and began to shout, "Mom! Dad! No!"
"Brooklyn! Brooklyn! Calm down, it's okay!" I said as I took her hand.
She looked over at me and her welled-up eyes looked at me blankly. It's like she didn't even recognize me.
"They left!" she mumbled on while crying, "I - I - I told them not to leave!"
She wriggled worriedly in her sheets, looking wildly around her.
"Shhhhh," I whispered as I placed my cool hand on her forehead, "Calm down, now."
Her sobs turned to whimpers as she laid her head back down on the pillow. I rubbed her palm with my thumb in small circles and whispered sweet nothings into her ear as I slowly lulled her back to sleep. When her breathing finally slowed and her eyes finally shut, I took a deep breath.
She must have had a nightmare about her parents. No wonder she hasn't told me about it.
I pushed the strands of hair out of her face and watched her breathe while listening to the slow beeps of the monitor. I never wanted to stop watching her chest rise and fall.
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"...how do you get through all the violence, all the trauma you see?" "...I think about the ones I love." Brooklyn Wilson has just returned to Gotham, five years after being away from her home. Her parents mysteriously died when she was only twelve...