EasilyAmused

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Sitting in Starbucks, the blonde gaze out the window looking onto the busy streets of Gotham; she, like many of the other members of the town, had lots of questions left unanswered. Where was Batman? Would he be back? Is this Nightwing guy a replacement? Would he be any good? (He could fight, she was willing to give him that, and showed a bit of respect towards her… not a lot but a bit by letting her go home instead of drilling her with questions). What is the fate of the new Wayne Billionaire? What makes him tick? What’s his back story? How did he know Bruce? What’s his favorite color? What kind of food does he love? What does he do for fun?... wait, those are getting too personal…

Shaking her head she sat back up before she looked down at her phone finding that he responded. A smile moved across her full lips flashing her bright white teeth. He was responding quickly which is a good sign right? He wasn’t dodging her messages or ignoring them… then again he could really be busy. This time she didn’t wait.

See you in about twenty minutes then!

With that she ordered two black coffees and started towards his new home, the Wayne Manor. When her phone rang;

“Hello Kiddo.” Her dad’s voice rang through her car. “Hello dad! I can’t talk too long, I’m heading out to meet a new friend.” There was a small pause before her father spoke again, “Sorry sweetie I got distracted for a moment, I’m glad you made a new friend, who is it?”, “Well…” Abbie said softly sounding embarrassed, “I wouldn’t exactly call us ‘friends’ per say, but we’ve hit it off pretty well; it’s the new owner of the Wayne Estates.”, “Aw yes Mister Greyson, just be careful with him sweetheart. He still is a stranger.”, Abbie rolled her eyes before responding, “Yes dad, be safe and be on guard because you never know who’s around the corner.”, “That’s my girl. How was your party?” The question caused Abbie a lot of hesitation, “Abbie… what happened? Did that Greyson guy hurt you?”, “No!” She jumped instantly, “The owner tried to… well he tried to hold me in his office for some reason. Something about you and… then someone came and saved me.”, “Who?” Her father’s voice was a bit stressed before Abbie was able to continue, she explained what happened and how she beat up two guys and this ‘Nightwing’ guy saved her and got her outside. She left out that she had met him once before and that he asked about her father too. But she did inform her father that the owner of the lounge asked her about him. “You don’t say…”, “I’m okay dad, really.”, “Okay kiddo, I understand; just keep using that cab company. I don’t want you stuck somewhere okay? Be careful with your new friend. But have a good time.”

“I’ll be fine dad, anyway I’m pulling put to the Manor I have to let you go. I love you too dad. Bye.” With that she hung up on the phone and climbed out car carrying the drinks with their lids. She gently kicked the door shut and climbed up the stairs to the door. The blonde looked down at her hands then to doorbell. She couldn’t exactly kick the door that would be rude. Taking her time, she tried to reach her elbow over to the doorbell attempting to balance her purse on her shoulder and the two coffee cups in her hands. Of course, that was the moment that Dick opened the door. She gave him an innocent and slightly embarrassed smile; of course! Of course!! “Coffee delivery!” She said in a perky attitude as she handed him his black coffee.

“I hope I’m not getting in the way of you getting to know other people.” She said with a nod as she stepped into the manor after being offered inside. She did her best not to stare in shock as she looked around the inside, this was just the hallway and it was impressive! As they started down the hallway, Abbie’s hip decided to find a nearby desk.

Whack!

Her lips pressed together and her face went bright red. A small little whimper left her as she pulled her leg back from the table and breathed softly before letting out a small, “Ow… I’m okay… And I’m knocking things over…” Her caramel eyes opened and she looked down to see what she had knocked on the ground. Picking up the piece of paper it unrolled a bit before she turned it to him; “Is this you?”

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Abbie moved around her flat, cleaning up and checking up on the local activities. The Nightwing guy has made a name for himself already, the Gazette was the first to post something about him which caught her eye in the paper. Sitting down at her table munching away at her breakfast, she read the article about the new ‘superhero’ that came to Gotham after Batman vanished. The thought of Batman being gone rolled through her head and she found herself saddened by the whole situation once more. Closing the paper, she pushed it across the table in dislike. Why did Batman leave the city he loved so much? Why would he leave them high and dry? Or bring in the so called ‘back up plan’; this crazy Nightwing guy. Apparently the criminals knew him, for some reason. Even though he was from Bludhaven…

Which is where Dick is from! Her mind exploded with questions about Nightwing. Simply because she didn’t know anything really about this so called ‘superhero’ that seemed a lot more reckless than Batman. Did he typically pull people he thought was bad out of windows or did she just catch him on an off night? It would make sense for her to question his actions compared to that of Batman’s but from what she’s heard about Batman (never encountering him herself), she wouldn’t have left the lounge last night without being boggled down with questions and consistently repeating the same things over and over again. Even to citizens who happened to be in the wrong place and the wrong time, they always got hammered with questions before being let go from Batman’s sight. It was understandable because they were there and even when they had nothing to hide, you couldn’t blame them for being a little overwhelmed. Maybe… maybe Nightwing wasn’t such a bad guy…

Whether he was a bad guy or not, it didn’t stop Abbie from being him irritating; but hey, could be worse right? Finishing up her breakfast she put everything in the dishwasher and came back out to dining room to find that Dick had responded back to her. No Abbie… She warned herself, There’s no reason to get all uppity and excited. Just, don’t look at it. Wait a while… The blonde did; it wasn’t until 1pm when she looked down at her phone and responded. This time she was out and about enjoying the day and had changed her clothing to fit the day.

Sitting at Starbucks in downtown Gotham she took another picture, this time of her with some ever-so-yummy cups of coffee and responded once again with a text massage to him.

The baristas behind the counter didn’t juggle the syrup bottles like you did last night but they make some good coffee. If you want a delivery let me know; if you’re unpacking a coffee could be a good booster. I’ll be out and about for the next few hours. Maybe when you’re free next we could practice that bottle juggling.

With that she hit send, feeling a bit more confident as she went on talking to him. Talking, they were just talking. Nothing more, nothing less and she was just trying to get to know a new person in town. It’s easier then leaving them in the dark about everything and not even giving them a chance to get to know someone. Dick seemed like a good guy and she hoped that he thought she was a good girl; why? Well because she was.

At the same moment more information came from Barbara Gordon.

Herrington, Trisha passed away giving birth to a young girl who was taken by her father Greg Herrington who named her Abigail after his mother. Greg was involved in the fire that took out the courthouse caused by the Electrocutioner years back. She was delivered by an unknown source to the adoption center as a baby; found on the back porch apparently. And from there was adopted.
Get this; she’s never been around for any of the major attacks on Gotham; Scarecrows gas attack when we shut down half the city. Joker’s explosions taking out the hospitals or Penguin’s arms deals that happened near her old apartment; apparently she’s out of town during those and when Penguin’s done some of the larger arms deals, she’s moved from one side of town to the opposite-- completely away from the scene.
I’ll keep digging.
~Barb

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

The “ah crap” was a classic Peter response and she couldn’t help but grin as he stumbled away from her trying to get to the stove in time. Her attention turned back to the little table where he had set up the dinner date for the two of them. Her fingers danced along the picture frame once again, they had come so far, gone through so much and watched each other grow; it was only time before they fell into each other’s arms and never wanted to let go. Though, unlike most teenagers, they dealt with a lot more then high school drama. But being an average person was completely overrated.

She was about to sit down in the seat before she looked over at Peter when he said he had big news. It stopped her in mid sit when he said that the Bugle had hired him. “What? Really?!” She responded in an excited shot as he brought the plates over and the two of them took their seats. “That’s amazing Peter!” She said with excitement in her voice, “Just remember, ponies take a lot to look after.” A giggle left her as she started into the food.

Upon hearing the question of how her day was and about her uncle she couldn’t help but laugh. “He has an ability to tell a lot about a person without actually seeing them. So yeah, he knows you’re not a football playing quarterback but he did make it very clear that you really like me.” Her blue gaze shot to him with a small wink. “Though he did grill me with questions, how we met, what we typically do together and things of that nature. I’m sure hearing you got a job would be a nice addition to the ‘why is this guy dating my niece’ list that he seems to be making.” Giving a small shrug she threw a tater tot into her mouth, chewed and swallowed before looking back at him. “Aside from that and getting Uncle Matt settled into the house there wasn’t much excitement going on with me today. Tell me how the story of the Daily Bugle came about!”

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Her walk home consisted of a few things. The first thing was calling the cab company and telling them that she didn’t need a ride. The second thing that rolled around was that Nightwing said he didn’t need any information on Dick. That was a bit bothersome because he seemed to want to know about her father, who was just as innocent as Dick. This was an odd night. The third thing that went through her head was the hope that Dick made it home alright. Abbie continued on her walk through the city avoiding any odd noises; explosions happened, gun fire, screams and arguments all over the city which caused her to take to more caution and walk slower.

It took her a while to get to her house but she wasn’t complaining. She took a safer route and felt better about the directions she chose. Unlocking her apartment she slid inside and locked it back up again. Her back leaned against the door, her blonde head resting against the wood as she thought about the day. It wasn’t a bad day, it was just… well a Gotham day. Except for the fact that Batman wasn’t the one to show up to help; it was this Nightwing guy from Bludhaven… wait, Bludhaven?! That’s where Dick moved from! Her caramel colored eyes flew open as she stared at her living room and the blinking lights of her electronics. Maybe Dick knows a thing or two about this Nightwing character; and maybe he could explain why he comes across as so reckless. If they were in the same city before, especially with Dick being a bartender. He’s bound to know something.

Wobbling her way through her house she found her bedroom only to drop everything onto the floor kick her shoes behind her and fall face first into the fluff of the bed. It was lights out for the tired blonde.

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The early-bird in Abbie got her up at 9am despite not falling onto her bed until 3am. Oh well, she didn’t have much planned today anyway. Rolling out of bed she showered and dressed herself in a pair of tight jeans and a green shirt. Her hair down and straightened, she was in the middle of brushing her teeth when the doorbell rang at 10am. “Moming!” She muffled in the direction of the door as she hurried back into the bathroom to spit the contents of her mouth into the sink and gargle down some water before rushing to her door.

To her surprise, a small stood there holding a bouquet of blue roses in a lovely vase with an envelope. “Th—thank you…” The blonde said in a stuttering confusion as she took the stuff from the man who gave her a polite ‘you’re welcome’ and left. Stepping back into the house, she kicked the door shut with her foot and stared blankly down at vase in her hands. This… this was new. Sure she got flowers from her father every once and a while as an ‘I’m thinking of you’ thing but this seemed rather abnormal from him. Walking into her dining room, she placed the vase down on the table and proceeded to open the envelope.

A large laugh left her when she read the note from Dick and found his number scribbled at the bottom. This was nice of him and highly unexpected. Leaning over, she took a sniff of the roses and let out a long sigh; huh, new guys should move to town more often. She then picked up the list of ‘do it yourself drinks’ and gave a small laugh. With that she pulled out her phone and took a picture of herself with the flowers; her soft tan skin resting against the blue roses. After snapping the picture and programming Dick’s number into her phone she sent him the picture with an attached text:

You’re the first person to ever send me ‘thank you’ flowers; you’ll make a horrible diva. And I hope you don’t expect me to flip and juggle bottles in order to make these drinks. That could take a lot of practice and many broken bottles!

You should always start off the morning with a laugh. She thought to herself as she looked at the goofy face she had made next to the flowers. Shrugging to herself she hit ‘send’ on the message. Worse comes to worse, he’ll think she’s weird and never talk to her again. Best comes the best; she might have made a new friend!

At the same time that Abbie sent her text to Dick, Barbara Gordon sent one to Dick as well.

Here is the information you asked for on Abigail Dent.
1] No Criminal History.
2] Mom died at child birth.
3] Birth certificate reads “Abigial O’Harra Herrington.”
4] Can’t make out the father’s signature but there was adoption papers filed for her, which changed her last name to “Dent”. The signature’s impossible to make out and the company that she was adopted from isn’t in service anymore and I can’t find the coordinator anywhere.
5] On the paper there’s a clear “H” next to the name Dent.
6] It seems like her appearance in the social realm didn’t escalate until she was 18. But she came out like a shot with lots of money and talking to nearly everyone.

Dick, I don’t know about this girl. Just seems; off. Be care.
~Barb.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Like many others, she didn't enjoy the thought of Batman being gone. A small sniffle left her as she turned her whole body away from the crazy masked guy known as 'Nightwing'. Batman was really gone? Did he just give up on the city? Too many bad things in one place? Did he 'retire' thinking that everything was taken care of or... Did... Did one of the villains finally get him? She brushed some forming tears from her eyes and pulled herself out of the thought, not wanting to deal with the thought at the moment.

The shutters flew up with just as much force as they came down with and the blonde was now looking out over the location she had just had such a good night in. Sighing softly she looked gently over her shoulder as he said he would make sure the city was safe. The corners of her full lips curled into a very small smile that seemed to show that she wanted to believe him but considering her last experience with him; you couldn't blame her for questioning his actions.

Upon his question about her father and Dick she shrugged rubbing her shoulders and following him to the door. "I'm not sure about my dad unless he wants to make a deal with him for my safety. That's my only guess. As for the new Wayne Billionaire I don't have a clue." Once he finally gave the okay to start down the stairs she went down but glanced over her shoulder to the window that now had a hole in it. "I'd assume he was watching me talk with him tonight and thought I knew things about him." At that she turned her attention to the young crazy man a few steps ahead of her. "Don't ask, I'm not telling you anything either." She said in a blank tone. She wasn't going to give anyway anything about Dick no matter who asked; that's no what's friendships are for.

It was a slow process getting outside, only to find there was no care waiting for her. Outside was a lot warmer then in that ice box of a room and she was grateful to find the fresh air. In the chaos of things she missed a call. Pulling out her phone she got into her voicemail to find out that her car was going to be an hour late picking her up. Sighing she hung up her phone and put it back into her small purse. "Whelp." She said turning to the crazy man. "Thanks for the rescue tonight and I don't have any innocent drivers for you to pull out of windows so I'll just be on my way." As she started in the direction of her home she stopped and turned around.

"I saw the look on his face, and he knew your name. Maybe it's a good thing you're back." She gave a small nod before a smile curled the corner of her full lips. "Just try to be more cautious about who you're pulling out of car windows okay? Good luck Nightwing, it's a hell of a city." With that and a nod of 'good luck' she turned around and began, well her walk home... At 2:30 in the morning after being held captive in a mad man's office. Yeah just a typical Gotham night.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

When you live in Gotham, you learn to expect the unexpected. Even so, Abbie did not see this coming as he oversized man pushed her down into the chair. The short stared her down as she tightened her grip on the edge of the chair, "You will tell me about your father and about the new Wayne Billionaire..." He said darkly as another man stepped forward to her. She thought everything would turn out poorly until---

Talk about a new thing that was 'unexpected'; the crazy man who nearly creamed Jared crashed through the window and Mister Cobblepot talked to him as if they had known each other once before. "What the f---." She muttered under her breathe. Unable to finish her sentence the place went into lockdown and the crazy guy jumped into action as the new addition of the six men joined in to fight.

Abbie took the moment of confusion to act. Swinging a leg up; she kicked the man in front of her in how lower area causing him to tumble forward and fall to the ground. The man behind her leaned forward only to have Abbie lean forward as well. Gripping the side of the armless chair she brought it up and smacked him in the face breaking not one but two of the four legs. The large man stumbled backwards both in pain and shock. Spinning the chair in her hands she turned her attention to the stumbling man and swung the wooden chair. It made a loud cracking noise across his face before he stumbled backwards and fell out of the newly formed hole through the window.

The blonde quickly turned her attention to the man who she had kicked. He was I. The process of getting back up before he was introduced to her foot, yet again. This time it was clobbered against the side of his face and directly into his temple. He collapsed, motionless on the ground. By the time she turned around to check on the crazy guy on the suit, he had laid out six men.

Upon him turning to her, she opened her mouth to make some form of comment about him stalking her, but was shut down almost instantly. She let out a huff before rubbing her bare arms roughly to try and get them warm. They stood in silence for a while, the only sound side from his fingers brushing against things as he examined the table as the men's heaving breathing as if they were sleeping.

Her gaze moved from the men to the crazy man called 'Nightwing' who had some form of connection with Batman. Rumors spun around the city questions where Batman had been and Mister Cobblepot talked as though this 'Nightwing' was familiar. "Is it--- true?" She asked through the shakes of the cold room. "That--- that Batman is... really gone?" As any member of Gotham would be at the topic, even she was chocked up at the thought.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Abbie felt her cheeks flash red when he called her beautiful. It felt better then getting embarrassed at his door step. Her gaze turned away shyly as the corners of her lips curled into a smile. "Aww..." She said softly before looking back up at him with her caramel colored eyes. "I hope you never lose your sweetness Dick; it's hard to find in this city." She spoke with honesty and nodded with a soft grin to him. "Don't worry about it; I'll call for a cab as soon as everyone's gone."

The night rolled to a close as the blonde waved good bye to the final people at the door, leaving her standing with Dick before she turned to him. "I'm glad you decided to come out. Thank you." She said with a grin as she followed him to the door and gave a shiver. "Have a good night and you have my number if you want someone to hang out or just to chat with." Nodding she stepped back into the door, "I'm going to call from inside; it's cold outside." With that she stepped inside and gave him a gentle wave as the doors shut.

"Miss Dent," A voice said behind her causing her to turn; the event coordinator walked up behind her and caught her off guard. "The owner would like a word with you if you're free."

"Oh, um... Sure." Abbie said with a nod and dialed the number for the cab company. She scheduled a pick up for fifteen minutes later than the current time as she followed the event coordinator up the stairs and into the upstairs room. The room was iced themed and much more chilly then downstairs; hell it was even colder than outside. Her whole body shivered as she rubbed her bare arms with her hands. "Bbbuuurrrrr...." She said under her breath to herself as the coordinator shut the door behind her.

"Miss Dent, it's a pleasure to meet you in person." A short man said turning around from looking through the window down to the dance floor. "How was the accommodations?"

The short man was plump with a cane. A top hat graced his head and a monocle sat on his eye watching her closely. A small closed lipped smile moved across her full lips as she nodded to him. "They were just fine. Thank you I..."

"Tell me, what do you know about the Wayne Billionaire?"

"Excuse me?" She asked tilting her head. "I mean, what do you know about him, what have you learned?"

"Um... Stuff." She said with a shrug, "Things I'm not going to share. Now if you don't mind I have a car coming."

"So you know nothing about the new billionaire.", "Nothing I'm going to share sir, that was a private conversation with him. Now if you'll excuse me I must be going." Turning around, she found herself face to face with a large man dressed in a snow suit and her breathe caught in her chest.

"You don't know anything do you." Mister Cobblepot said behind her as the man turned her around and forced her into the chair in front of the desk. "Get the guards around here and outside. While Miss Dent and I have a talk... About her daddy..."

"My dad---?"

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Upon him asking if she had ever met Bruce Wayne she shook her head no. Unfortunately she never had the honor of meeting him but knew of him through her job and press releases and the sort. But to say those are accurate is anything but the truth. At his mention of going back to bartending she gave him a bright grin, “When you do let me know so I can stop by; hopefully by then you’ll learn to call me Abbie instead of Miss Dent.”

The night was rather pleasant; the blonde socialized and laughed a lot. Though she didn’t find herself drinking as much as she thought she would. For some reason any time she’d start towards the bar to get a drink, someone would start talking to her; which she, of course, would entertain them. Dick also seemed to be paying more attention to her than she expected. Maybe it was something to do with the fact that she was the first person he had met and he might be more comfortable around her than others. Something like that right? The party was fun and people were slowly excusing themselves due to exhaustion. Everyone was polite enough to stop at her and say good bye which seemed to encourage Dick to be around her more and more. How cute, he must be shy.

They were laughing as they walked off the dance floor before they started in the direction of the bar. Dick seemed to sober up but man, she really wanted a drink. She started to guide them towards the bar with a smiled at his question. “No, no sponsors. Like a lot of people here; most of my money is from my family. I have less than most people here but that doesn’t mean that I can’t have fun.” She shrugged her small shoulders as they arrived at the bar. “My dad works hard for his money which is why I got my own job. I don’t…” She pushed her eyebrows together as she leaned against the bar, placing her arms on top of it and resting her palms on her biceps. “I don’t like the idea of people getting used for their money but my dad is rather insistent that while he’s away I get to play.” Another shrug rose and fell her shoulders. “I haven’t see him face to face in a while, he’s always on the move. But we speak on the phone almost every day.”

Shaking her head slightly she looked back at him with a smile. “I hope you’ve made some friends here tonight; being up at that manor could turn out very lonely if you don’t have anyone to talk to. By the way, in case you didn’t see it, my number was on the invitation in case you ever needed someone to talk to.” When the bartender arrived she turned to him. “A strawberry martini please.” She said with a smile before looking back at him. “Are you going to be okay enough to drive home?”

At that, an older couple arrived to them and gave Abbie quick hugs of good bye before she turned her attention back to Dick. “If you don’t feel like you’re okay enough to drive home I took a car here, I could drive you home then just get a car back.”

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

This time it was Abbie's turn to give him a confused look. It took her a moment to realize that he was referring to the dangers on the streets of Gotham and Bludhaven, to this she gave him a grin. "I think there's some misunderstanding. The danger isn't in violence, the danger is in the flirting. You take the wrong person home and things can come missing; valuables, personal belongings and the sorts." She nodded softly as she spun under his arm. "Don't let this detour you from talking to them, by any means but please just make sure you're fully aware. That's all I ask."

When she was questioned about what she did, she put her hand on his shoulder and gave a small shrug. "Photography really; anyone who will hire me I'll take photos for. It's a passion of mine as well as a hobby. Right now I'm part time at the Gazet." She paused, her caramel eyes flicking to look up at at him before a teasing smile moved across her face. "Don't worry, they can't pay me enough to exploit my friends but if you see someone who looks roughly like me at a press release or a open interview; it's probably me. I'll only give them the photos that show your diva side though." She died with a cheeky grin and a laugh, "I don't do the paparazzi stuff, just the photography."

Tilting her head to one side she gave him another charming white smile, "Are you going to do anything fun or just enjoy relaxing as a billionaire for a while? Will you take up a job of some kind?"

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

When it comes to having a good time; Abbie liked to think she could deliver in that fashion. She wasn't the wealthiest of people in the room but there wasn't a single person there who didn't know her name. Even the plus ones of the main guests knew exactly who she was and how social she was. There wasn't a single person in the group that she hadn't spoken too and many people expressed their gratitude for the party and filling the desperate want to get away. Most of the people who were there would talk to her again outside of the party, which means she met more people and that was exciting for her.

She had just finished a conversation with someone when Dick arrived to her. Her caramel eyes twinkled at him as he said he wanted to cash in the dance. "Alright then, a go-getter I see." She said teasingly as she followed him out onto the dance floor.

It wasn't until they were out of the crowd that she caught a whiff of the alcohol smell; a knowing smile moved across her face as they began to dance. "I hope you've had a nice time socializing so far Dick, but you kinda... Well you might be getting close to drunk." She began playfully to show that she meant no offense by it. "So before anyone attempts to take advantage of you, let me fill you in on a few things." As they moved she started. "The woman in the bright yellow short lengthened dress with the red hair; she's a supermodel and completely addicted to heroin. The woman in the red floor length dress with the black hair and oversized diamond necklace, cocaine user. The brunette in the green strapless dress and silver overcoat, been married four times and divorced the same amount of times; no prenup and she got half the stuff. And the young man by the bar flirting with the bartender; very gay and very much a player. All of these people were the plus ones of a few of my guests but their history is not unknown to me. These and a few others are people you should be careful about in your state, they will most likely try to take you home in the state you're in--- or at least going to be in by the night's out. Everyone else is harmless to my knowledge but you're a fresh face, new to the town and they like to pounce on new people."