Our Do or Die (Young Justice) (Nightwing Love Story)

Chapter Nine: Well, Isn't This Hawkward

Chapter Nine

Well, Isn't This Hawkward

September 19

The Watchtower

Adrianne Wayne's Point of View

I slept for an hour straight without any interruptions until Tim woke me up.

"Someone sleeps like a bear in hibernation, I swear," he shook his head at me, embarrassed we were even (somewhat) related.

"Gee, thanks," I deadpanned. "Thanks for the support."

He chuckled at my reaction before continuing, "Well, it's my turn to sleep. Nightwing already took care of Zatanna and stuff, so her group is already gone. If anything gets awkward between you two . . . wake me up, and I'll join you two and your awkwardness."

I laughed, "Hahaha. Sure, but I think I can handle myself, if I do say so myself."

He raised his hands up in agreement, "Sure, sure. Again, if any of my missions require assistance . . . wake me."

With that being said, he went to take his beloved nap.

I gave a small chuckle before exiting the dim-lit room and into the brightly lit one. From the corner of my eye, I saw Nightwing computing several things on his holographic screen. Instead of popping up next to him, I decided to reside at the opposite side of the room and work on not only mine, but Tim's mission work as well. A deal was a deal after all.

Pulling up several articles about Roy's mission, I began reading furiously every little detail of the mission even further. I barely knew Atlantis as much as Aquaman did, so this was, in the least, something I could do. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Richard twitch in the slightest. He almost seemed agitated over something. I shrugged the matter off seconds later before diving into the stories and reports of the murder at Star Labs.

September 16, 20xx

Star Labs Murder

Official Police Report

On September 16, 20xx, at 2:37 A.M., the Star City Police Department received an anonymous call concerning the death of Dr. John Ashworth, a mutagen specialist at Star Labs. Office Garrick reported that he was found with no visible wounds, though a small, red rash was found at his arm, presumably from a Black Widow spider bite. However, looking at the injection points and F.S. Code 1489, the wound seemed rather that of a hornet sting than a widow bite. However, hornet stings do not kill, lest the person was allergic, and the doctor was not allergic. Therefore, this investigation remains cold until further evidence arises other speculations and facts.

I sighed. The article didn't help me at all, though the hornet part surprised me. A spider bite injected rather that of a hornet? That was interesting news.

"Hey," I heard someone say behind me. I jumped a little, slightly shocked.

I sighed a breath of relief once knowing who it was (don't let your guard down).

"Hey, Richard," I replied with ease, before turning my body to the hologram, my back facing him.

Richard placed one hand at my waist, before taking a step beside me, "So, how's it going with the research?"

I gave a small snort, "Not so well. There's almost nothing concerning this flipping case, and how on earth did the bad guys surpass security. S.T.A.R. Labs tech is practically the most secure building on the planet. Practically."