Lies like Dominos Pt. 1
Dick Grayson (Nightwing) x Male! OC
This is going to be a slow burn romance that will unfold over several posts. It will be rather dark and only get darker, enjoy! :)
Pison Ivy was dead.
Batman had caught her trying to steal the third in a series of chemicals from labs around Gotham. It was a normal fight; fists flying, plants lurching forward, the gleam of Robin’s sword, sirens and cop cars closing in. However, it went wrong. When Batman got on top to hold her down, she unsurprisingly fought back. That’s where things went wrong. He tried to subdue her, with his fists of course, but she wouldn’t stop so neither did he. When Commissioner Gordon and his officers arrived on the scene, Batman was still beating Poison Ivy, who was nothing but a bloody corpse.
Gordon and the officers were shell shocked. Batman, the vigilante believed hero was not a killer, at least he wasn’t before. After a moment of shock-induced hesitation, they raised their guns to Batman, shouting orders at him. When he slowly rose, an inky silhouette in the dim light of night, it was Robin who threw the smoke bomb and birderangs to take out the officer’s guns. By the time the smoke cleared, the dynamic duo was gone from sight and the witch hunt had begun.
Shortly after the incident the police, backed by the people of Gotham, declared war on all Vigilantes in Gotham city alike, that includes Nightwing, me. It didn’t take long for all of us to assemble; Duke, Jason, Barbra, Tim, and Kate. All gathered in the Batcave to voice our complaints and cuss out Batman, who all the while just insisted that he didn’t kill Ivy, he would never kill anyone. And as pissed off as all of us were, we knew he was no murderer, so we all agreed to work together to fix this mess, not that we had any choice.
“Ye a’ritch thare pal?” The familiar Scottish accent came in my ear, a smile instantly spreading across my previously scowling face. “I am now.” I joked as I nudged my oldest and best friend who had taken a seat next to me on the couch in my apartment. The silly Scott and I had been friends nearly as long as I had been in the caped crusader business. Alphonse Harrison Taylor, a short but proud and silly redhead, and my best friend. “Whit dae ye mean?” He said in the same thick accent, thicker than it actually is normally. Ever since we were kids he would thicken up his accent to try and get a rise out of me, using it like some silly voice to joke around with, and I loved it.
“Will you stop already?” I gave a chuckling response. ”I can hardly understand you when you’re like that.” Alph just flashed a toothy grin my way before handing me one of the sodas he had grabbed from my fridge.
“Seriously, whit’s eatin at ye?” His accent returning to its more mellowed out version. As I turn over the canned soda in my hand I hear him open his.
“What do you call these again? Fizzy drinks or something?” I ask, clearly poking fun at him, something he notices as he shoulder checked me to the side a little.
“Fizzy juice!” He corrects with a playful grin.”Stop changin th’ subject. Whit’s gaun oan whi’ ye? Ye’ve seemed worried th’ bygane tae o’ weeks.” I turned to Alph with a quirked brow, silently letting him know that I didn’t understand what he had said. He sighed deeply before trying his hand at a more American accent. “Ah said, wut’s goin on with ye? Ye’ve seemed worried th’ last..er, few weeks.” He translated himself, successfully thinning out his accent for me. I smiled a little at his efforts while I opened my soda and took a swig before responding. “It just...the whole thing with Batman killing Poison Ivy.” I gave pause before explaining further. “It’s just...not like him. I can’t really believe it.” Although I’ve never told Alph about my ‘nightlife’, anyone, or rather, everyone in the city is concerned, it won’t seem strange if I am too.
Alph gave me a sympathetic look before sipping his drink with a sigh. “Ah know. We grew up whi’ Batman, he was our hero as weans. Personally, I think it micht juist be spraff.”
“spraff?” I questioned with a quizzical brow. Alph’s freckled cheeks were met by blush as he faced away to hide it.
“Gossip, that is.” He corrected before looking back, some blush still lingering on his pale cheeks. He might be a proud Scott, but that didn’t mean he didn’t still get embarrassed when even I had a hard time understanding him continuously.
“Well it’s not just ‘spraff’, the police commissioner and several officers were there. They saw it.” I corrected bitterly, not much liking that fact but still accepting it nonetheless.
“aye right, ‘n’ ah clocked a picture that cuid be both a duck ‘n’ a rabbit. All a’m saying is that th’...eyes kin be deceiving.” I rolled my eyes at Alph’s argument.
“Her body was taken to the morgue, Alph. She was confirmed dead by multiple doctors.” I explained my tone more than a little condescending as I looked down into my can. He probably wouldn’t be satisfied until he confirmed her death himself.
“Weel, do ye think th’ Bat murdered her?” Alph ask as he tried to subtly peer at my face in hopes of reading it. I wasn’t sure how to answer his question. I actually know Batman, but even he and Robin were unsure about what exactly had happened.
I sighed, releasing all the tension that had built up in my muscles. “I don’t know anymore.” I admitted. Alph’s face soon matching my own, solum and unsure.
Part 2: https://terrymacginnis.tumblr.com/post/182197883762/lies-like-dominos-pt-2
