Note: Things are going to get interesting with this future-Nightwing. Then again, the Titans have had problems with Nightwings from the future before, so who knows if this guy's presence is a good thing? It's going to mostly be filler, just future-Nightwing getting to know the Titans in more ways than one.

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"Titan of the Future"

Chapter 2: "To Light"


Morning came and the Titans, including Nightwing, were eating breakfast. Kid Devil looked at Nightwing and asked, "So do you get to drive the Batmobile?"

"No," Nightwing answered. "I fly the Batmobile."

Robin looked at Nightwing. "The Batmobile flies?"

"Yeah," Nightwing confirmed. "Uncle Damian came up with that. Guy might be a tad wrong in the head, but it works for him. And occasionally us."

"So the little psycho sticks around," Robin murmured.

"Flying Batmobile," Ravager commented. "You must get a lot of good mileage out of that."

"Yeah," Nightwing answered. "Unless the mileage I'm thinking about isn't the mileage you're talking about."

Ravager chuckled, as Wonder Girl scowled.

"Enjoying breakfast?" Raven asked.

"Always," Nightwing replied. "Particularly when you do it."

"Me?" Raven questioned.

"Yeah," Nightwing confirmed. "You're like my second mother."

"Who's your first?" Cyborg asked.

"Can't tell you, trying not to change the future too much," Nightwing replied.

"The mystery boy routine is going to get played out after a while," Raven drawled. "A very short while."


Later that morning, Nightwing and Robin were practicing their staff-fighting technique . . . on each other. It really wasn't hard for Nightwing to control his strength; he'd been learning how to do that almost since the day he was born. That, combined with the lifetime of combat training he'd received from his "relatives" in the Bat-family, enabled him to easily keep up with Robin.

"You're pretty good at this," Robin remarked.

"Thanks," Nightwing replied. "You taught me most of what I know."

"Really?" Robin asked with muted curiosity.

"Yeah," Nightwing confirmed. "We practice like this all the time back when I'm from. And I'm not that good, really. The most I've been able to do against you is a stalemate."

"I must be really good in the future, then," Robin commented lightly.

"You are," Nightwing answered. The next thing he knew, he was nearly knocked on his butt. "My blind side. I still haven't been able to figure out how to compensate for that properly."

"You've just gotta stop talking so much," Robin commented.

"It's a good distraction for my opponents," Nightwing said.

"But it distracts you, too, doesn't it?"

"They don't know that."


Nightwing had moved on to Wonder Girl, wanting to test his skills against hers. As they fought, Nightwing was able to keep up with her, although since Wonder Girl was under the impression that he was a physically normal human like his father, she held back a lot on him. Even so, she was still quite formidable.

"I have a question," Nightwing said as he got Wonder Girl in position for a throw.

"Shoot," Wonder Girl replied.

"I noticed some tension between you and Ravager," Nightwing remarked, just as he was about to throw her. It didn't exactly work out that way, as the brief surge of anger at the thought of the silver-haired swordswoman was channeled into turning Nightwing's move against him. "Whoa!" He chuckled. "I say something wrong?"

"No," Wonder Girl answered. "We just don't get along that well."

"Why not?" Nightwing wondered.

At that moment, it occurred to Wonder Girl that Nightwing might not be in the best of health after that throw, as she had used more of her strength than she'd intended. "You all right?"

"Don't mind me. Best armor my time can produce. A little servo-circuitry here and there to enhance my movements, and I'm right as rain."

Of course, he was completely lying about the servo-circuitry; there was none in his armor, but that would be a convenient excuse in case the Titans caught him accidentally using too much of his natural strength.

"But you didn't answer the question," he persisted. "What's up between you and Ravager?"

"Why? You interested in her?" Wonder Girl asked, with a slight look of "you can do better" aimed at him.

Nightwing smiled. "Maybe, although I've heard it's good to get to know someone through the eyes of the people who spend the most time with her."

"She's bad news."

"She's a Titan."

"Yeah, and the Titans are like family. Doesn't mean they don't have their black sheep, too."

"I can understand, but I don't see what's so bad about her. She just looks like she could use a few friends right now."

"What was that move you were going to use on me?" Wonder Girl asked.

"Oh, you recognized it?" Nightwing surmised. "Good. Aunt Diana taught me that move."

"Aunt Diana? Does that mean your mother's –"

"Not saying." Nightwing's voice was a teasing singsong.

"Will you at least say what happens to Robin?" Wonder Girl asked.

"He does get married," Nightwing answered.


Robin and Cyborg watched from the Monitor Room as Nightwing worked on Titans Tower's security system. "I still think Oracle's his mother," Robin said.

"And I say Starfire," Cyborg contested. "Nightwing loved her for years. Hard to believe his first kid wouldn't be hers."

"Nightwing also loved Oracle for years," Robin insisted. "In fact, she was the first woman he ever loved."

"First crush, maybe," Cyborg contradicted. "Love is a lot deeper than infatuation, kid. Saw that with Nightwing and Starfire when they were together."

"Feelings change over time. I won't say he didn't love her then, because he did, but that was a long time ago."

"Not that long ago. I know Nightwing. He doesn't fall out of love easy once he falls into it."

"And I know Nightwing, too. He's like a brother to me."

"He's like a brother to me, too. And I knew him longer than you did."

"How much time do you spend with him nowadays?"

"What are you trying to prove?"

"A point."

Just then, Nightwing's voice could be heard over the intercom. "Finished. Your security should be even better than before. Oh, and by the way, I could hear every minute of your little tête-à-tête in there. You can argue about it until you're both blue in the face, but I'm not telling you who my mother is."

Robin and Cyborg had nearly identical scowls on their faces. "By the way, I'm going to see Raven now. Don't start any parties without me."


"For someone so talkative and arrogant, you really are focused," Raven remarked after their meditation session was finished.

"Thanks to you," Nightwing answered. "Dad sent me to you to keep me out of trouble. It worked . . . mostly."

"Mostly?" Raven arched her eyebrow.

"I'm a superhero," Nightwing stated. "It's my job to get into trouble if it keeps or gets other people out of it."

"How very noble of you." The sarcasm in her tone was palpable, but there was some genuine respect in there.

"Eh, not really. I just like the thrill of fighting. Figure I should at least use my tremendous skill for the benefit of innocent people."

Raven chuckled. "Are you like this back in your time, too, or are you just putting up an act so nobody sees that you really have no clue what you're doing here?"

"Kinda," Nightwing admitted. "I mean, I came here on a mission, and I can't really do it that well if the guy I'm chasing down is probably in some other time or reality doing the whole 'damn, it feels good to be a gangsta' thing."

"We'll help you find him," Raven said.


"You're welcome."


The night had mostly passed quietly. About the only thing that happened was that Ravager had snuck into Nightwing's room. Nightwing had been aware of her all along, but feigned surprise to see what she'd do.

"What are you doing here, Ravager?" he asked.

"Just wanted to check out the new guy," Ravager replied, smiling as she straddled him.

"Do you do this with all the boys?" Nightwing asked, arching an eyebrow.

Ravager smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

"As much as I like it when a woman shows interest, I really do have to sleep. Do you mind?"

"No. We can sleep together."

"Sleep together, you say? In what sense?" Nightwing inquired as he smirked back at her.

"Depends on how you want it," Ravager purred.

"Don't be a tease."

Ravager stroked Nightwing's face, beginning a slow grind of her body against his. "You're so cute when you're trying to act like you're not tempted."

Nightwing gripped Ravager's hips, mostly to stop her, but Ravager just smirked, taking it as him taking a little more initiative. He stared into her singular eye. "I really have to sleep."

Ravager smiled. "That's all right. At least you're interested. That's more than I get from your 'uncle.'" She got off him, deliberately brushing her body against his as she moved away. "See you in the morning."

"See you in the morning," Nightwing murmured as Ravager walked out of his room.