Fan Fiction ❯ Birthdays ❯ Birthdays Part 12 ( Chapter 12 )

Hey, my name is Omega_Red9. I just want to remind you that I don't own any of these characters so if you happen to be the owners don't complain to me. Also, if you happen to like my work, please rate it and read some of my other stuff. Oh, by the way, I start at part 9 because it is his ninth birthday. So please don't ask where parts 1-8 are because I won't be writing them.

 

 

Birthdays

Part 12

Well this is a first. I never thought that someone would actually throw away a whole sandwich. I guess this is the best birthday present that I can hope for this year. Not that I'm complaining or anything; ham is my favorite after all. I haven't actually eaten in days, so this is like a gourmet feast. Hey, look, my missing poster is still up at the post office. That is pretty funny. Why would my parents still be looking for me after a whole year? Just give it up already. I had better get to a good hiding spot to eat this sandwich. I wouldn't want any of these other homeless people to get a whiff of it; the last time I had food they all jumped me and beat the crap out of me until I gave it up. Of course I didn't give it up; they had to knock me unconscious. I don't give up that easy. I managed to take a few of the out, but when you are as malnutrition as I am it is hard to muster the energy to put up a good fight.

 

I look around for a decently concealed area to enjoy my birthday feast when I see three new faces crawl into the alleyway. You can usually keep pretty good track of who comes and who goes here. It is actually very depressing; it only tells me that you never get out. I'm stuck like this for the rest of my life. So you can understand my concern when I see new people enter my home. I decide not to push my luck with them and I slink even further back into the alley to further conceal myself from any hungry eyes. I hide behind a garbage dumpster and lean against it. Sigh, my feet are killing me. I take of my shoes and rub the sores that had accumulated over the last year.

 

I look around to see if anyone is watching; once I think that the coast is clear I pull the sandwich out of my shirt and get ready to go at it. I'm suddenly thrown against the wall. After I gather my bearings I look up to see those three new guys standing over me.

 

“Hey kid, give me that sandwich or I'll beat your fucking face in.”

 

I chuckle to myself. It won't be a problem to take out these three. “If you punks don't step off of me I'm gonna lodge my fist in your brain.”

 

“Have it your way kid.”

 

They reach for me, but I jump over their arms and kick one of em straight in the face. I can see the blood shooting out of the jerks nose and it makes me happy. By that time the other two had turned around and were heading in my direction. I managed to dodge swing after swing before I got tired of fooling around and threw one of them into the dumpster that I was leaning against. The last man left was backing away from me. I couldn't stop grinning at the look on his face. I can't believe it, I'm actually enjoying this. I guess this is as much of a birthday present that I'm gonna get so I had better enjoy it. I start stalking him slowly until he's backed into a corner of the alley.

 

“Not so tough now, are ya?”

 

He suddenly seemed to realize that he is backing down from a kid and he got some of his courage back. The rest of his courage seemed to have disappeared because I could still see his knees shaking. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a switchblade. Ok, this is getting a little dangerous. I'm too weak to fight at full strength; he might just finish me off with this. Oh, well; part of me wants it. He takes a swipe at me and I narrowly dodge it. If he even lays a hand on me with that I'm a dead man.

 

“Well, well, well. Looks like the big man isn't so big. I'm gonna gut you kid, and spread your insides all over this alley.”

 

He was serious, and I can't close enough to him to disarm him. Plus I am weak from lack of food, water and sleep. Looks like I may not get another chance to see Kuki again. Suddenly, out of nowhere, this black boomerang looking thing slices through the guy's knife and gets stuck in the wall. I hear a bang from behind me and see a figure clad in black and blue swinging toward me with the use of a grapple hook. He tackled my attacker and with one smooth movement threw him into the pile. After that he walked over to them and handcuffed them to a pipe. I was in complete awe of this guy's strength. He turned around and walked over to me.

 

I looked him over and saw that he was really well built and heavily armed. He wore a black spandex suit with a blue bird symbol on the front of it. He had shoulder length black hair and stood about six feet tall. He was amazing.

 

“Hey man, are you ok?”

 

“Uh… yeah. Who are you?”

 

He chuckled a little and said, “You mean that you haven't heard about me? I'm Nightwing. I'm a vigilante crime fighter here in Blüdhaven. I was gonna just let you handle those guys until that guy pulled a knife on you. I have to say, you have some pretty good skills.”

 

I blushed a little at his compliment and said, “Thanks, I was just trying to get something to eat and they jumped me.”

 

“I know man. Hey, I'm kinda hungry too, you want to go get something to eat? I'm sure a nice hot meal is much better then that sandwich you found in the trash.”

 

My eyes lit up at just the thought of real food for a change. I hadn't had a real meal since I left home.

 

“I assume by the look in your eyes that your answer is yes.”

 

I nodded my head up and down and we walked off together. He took me down the street to a diner. When we walked in he waved and said hello to the cook. I guess he came in here a lot. He took me to a booth in the back corner where we sat down and ordered two big bacon cheeseburgers with fries and two cokes. It had been such a long time since I had actually eaten a real meal I must have sucked the whole thing down in under a minute. It was sooooo good.

 

“So, what is your name man?”

 

“The name is Numbah… uh… my name is Wally.”

 

“I see, well I guess my suspicions about you were correct. I had heard that a fugitive KND operative was somewhere in the area. I guess that makes you former number 4. So, you gonna tell me your story or not?”

 

I chuckled; knowing that there was at least someone left who knew who I was and didn't want to hunt me down felt good. So, I tell him the torrid affair and how it all came to a terrible end. He nodded his head every few minutes letting me know that he wasn't getting bored hearing about my sorrow. I told him about Kuki and Numbah 1 and the orders from global command. He seemed very understanding. I have never been able to talk to an adult like this before. After I was done talking to him he just nodded his head and sat there staring off into space. He seemed to be turning something over in his head. I can't help but wonder what he could possibly be thinking.

 

“Wally, I have a proposal for you. Your skills as a warrior are quite impressive. With proper training and instruction, you could become a very powerful warrior. I would like to take you in as my apprentice. You and I would train and I would set lessons for you on crime fighting. In a short time you will be just as good, if not better than, me. So what do you say?”

 

Before I could answer him, a man walked into the diner and pulled out a weapon to rob the place. Nightwing, without hesitation, threw a metal stick across the room, knocking the assailant's gun out of his hand before it could be fully drawn. He then leapt across the room and did a cross kick straight to this guys jaw. I've never seen someone move so fast. After handcuffing the guy and paying the bill, we left the diner.

 

“Well, I guess we can try this apprentice thing for a while.”

 

“That's exactly what I wanted to hear Wally. Come on, let's go back to my place and get you settled in.”

 

We walked across the street where he had a motorcycle sitting and we zoomed down the city streets till we got to the outskirts of town. He took me into these hidden tunnels which lead to a warehouse full of weapons, vehicles, and a giant computer.

 

“Well now that we are getting better acquainted, I think it is time I introduced myself. My name,” he said as he took off his black mask, “is Dick Grayson. When I have this mask on though, it is Nightwing.”

 

“A pleasure to meet ya mate.”

 

We started working on a suit for me right away and coming up with a name was a pain. I finally decided on Red Falcon. My suit was very similar to his except my bird was a crimson red color, instead of blue. This looks like its going to be an interesting relationship.