Target Practice(Closed)

[Nightwing]

"We have more fun."

He said calmly and almost without emphasis. He was actually surprised she'd even asked that, as if it was an insult. They had a job to do and that was to clean up the streets of the world. And tonight's mission was Metropolis. He knew it was almost impossible to do, but he wouldn't give up. Their parents had given their lives trying to clean up the world and he would continue that mission until he gave his life like his parents had.

"C'mon they'll be around here somewhere."

He said grabbing his bow off his hip and beginning to walk along the roof top, examining the alleys below. His visor switched to thermal as he looked around. Aside from a few rats though he didn't see anything.

"Picking up anything Deathstroke?"

He asked, getting a feeling he already had an answer for that question. It looked as though it may have just been a couple groups fighting, that's all. He shook his head before jumping to the next room and continuing his route.

[Davina "Deathstroke" Wilson]

Of course," was Davina's response. She hadn't realized that he had wanted to clean up the streets of Metropolis all in one night. Had she had known that, she would have immediately jumped in to action and left him there. Davina could tell by his tone of voice that he thought she had asked him a stupid question, but she ignored it, brushing it off before he told her to come one and said that they'd be around there somewhere. Davina nodded and walked along behind him. Davina's eyes darted around and her ears listened intently to see if she heard, felt, or saw anything, but she wasn't feeling anything. She couldn't hear anything either. She sighed gently and shook her head before she jogged ahead, looking around. JJ was going a little too slow for her taste, not that it was something that didn't happen.

After a moment, Davina returned and stopped next to JJ. He asked if she picked up anything and she shook her head. "I didn't pick up anything, Nightwing. This place is quiet tonight..." She stopped talking when she saw JJ shake his head and jump off. Davina shook her head and ran along the rooftops once again, trying to see if she could find anything. There seemed to be nothing going on until she heard whispers. Selena stopped and silently ran towards the whispers. She looked down into an alley and saw a drug trade. She thought about sending out a signal to JJ, but instead she just decided to be selfish and keep this one to herself. Davina ran down the wall of the building and hid in the shadows, making it look like a gust of wind went by in the alley. She noticed one of the guys get spooked and resisted the urge to giggle. This would be too much fun.

[Nightwing]

He stopped when his thermal scanner picked up something in the alley. He looked down and saw the drug trade but then saw the tell tale quick splash of color and knew already that Davina was there. So he figured he'd watch her and see how she did. But more importantly he wanted to see if she could control her blood lust, he figured this would be a little test for her. Using all his training he quietly, and silently slipped into the alley, disappearing into the shadows as he did so.

'C'mon Davina, I know you got this.'

He thought to himself before scanning the alley for her presence. He knew this trade would be wrapping up pretty soon so something had to happen. And that something was Davina sending a message.

[Davina "Deathstroke" Wilson]

Davina's eyes darted around the alley for a moment before she moved towards the men, making sure to stay close to the shadows like her grandfather had taught her before he died. Once in the perfect position, she wished to silently unsheathe her swords and cut them into ribbons, but she resisted. Instead, the young female hero gazed at them. Once one of the men was close enough, she reached out with one arm and pulled him into the shadows, too quickly for the other man to hear or see. He had his back to them. Davina wrapped her hand around the man's mouth and hit him in the throat. She waited a moment and then delivered a quick chop to the back of the head and silently put the dealer onto the ground. She looked over at the other man, who had turned around and was about to freak out.

Then, he dashed towards the entrance of the alley. Davina smiled happily and chased after him, though slowly. She was playing with him, toying with him. Then she decided to go quickly and catch him, knowing Nightwing would be furious with her. Once at the entrance of the alley, she timed it just right to dart across and grab the druggie by the arm. He went to scream, but she was too quick and delivered a nice kick to the back of his head. He fell to the ground unconscious and sighed. She tossed him onto the ground and then grabbed the other one. She put them back to back and tied them together with a spare piece of rope and left them in the alley. Once she felt she was done, she sighed and scratched her nose before stretching. "Deathstroke to Nightwing, we are go."

[Nightwing]

"I know."

Came Nightwing's voice from back in the alley. He emerged with a hidden smirk. He was glad to see she'd shown restraint. He'd seen a lot of people fail, especially when they have them by surprise like that. It's hard to train an assassin to not kill. Nightwing himself was still learning it and getting much better. But occasionally he'd come across one criminal and he couldn't hold back. He felt bad when that happened but he was down to only one or two a week which is vastly improved.

"We'll do another round and then head back."

He said nodding his head. He did have work to do on the training room anyways, he'd have to stay up all night, again, working on something for the Avengers. But a leader's work is never done. He began to walk out of the alley when he saw a kid running down the street with a VCR in hand.

"I got this one, you grab the VCR."

When the kid was by the alley Nightwing grabbed him by the wrist and flipped him through the air and to the ground, the VCR going flying through the air. Nightwing ignored it, knowing she would get it. Nightwing placed his foot down on the boy's chest and stared at him.

[Davina "Deathstroke" Wilson]

Davina turned and looked at him. She smiled a bit when she saw him, but not too much. She couldn't hide her emotions behind a mask like he could. There was no way that she could do that seeing as she was missing the lower part of her mask. She nodded to him when he spoke and followed him towards the exit of the alley. She paused when she saw a boy running down the street with a VCR. Davina sighed at JJ's words and nodded in agreement before Davina watched the VCR. She waited until the opportune moment and then quickly ran for the VCR. She caught it like it was nothing and walked back over to Nightwing. She tilted her head to the side down at the boy, tucking the VCR under her arm. How old was this kid? Like...12? What was he doing stealing? Why wasn't he in bed? Davina thought to herself before remembering where they were.

A light sigh escaped Deathstroke's lips as she looked down at the boy. She looked at the VCR and found a label. She nudged her friend and motioned that she'd be returning it and then waited for his response. Davina never did anything without JJ's say so, no matter how...odd that was. It was how she functioned and she didn't really give a shit what other people thought about her half of the time so, why did it matter? Besides, JJ was the leader and if he didn't approve of something, Davina wouldn't do it. It was how she was raised, how she functioned, and you can than her father for that. He taught her respect for the leader is everything and to never ever disrespect one's leader.

[Nightwing]

He shook his head when she asked about returning it. That was one thing he liked about her, she never did anything without checking with him first. She was good and careful like that, something that made her trustworthy in his eyes.

"How old are you boy?"

"14"

"Mhmm. You don't need to do this. Tell me, do you have a way of getting to Gotham?"

The boy nodded his head, apparently terrified.

"Good. I want you to get there and head to The Nest nightclub by 6 PM. Tell the bouncer I sent you. If you're even a minute late I'm going to come and find you and lock you up."

The boy nodded his head and Nightwing let him up. Nightwing helped him to his feet and handed the VCR back to the boy.

"Now go return this and get some rest. You'll be working tomorrow, am I understood?"

The boy nodded his head and took off running where he came from. Once the boy was gone Nightwing turned his attention back to Deathstroke.

"Everyone deserves a second chance."

[Davina "Deathstroke" Wilson]

Davina listened to JJ when he shook his head at her, signaling that he didn't want her to return the VCR. Instead she stood there and listened to him as he spoke to the 14 year old kid. She raised an eyebrow at JJ a moment but her lips didn't move. She was confused by his words, but then realized that he was getting at when he told the kid that he would be working tomorrow. She now understand what JJ was up to. She handed JJ back the VCR as he helped the boy up. She watched as he took the VCR and nodded to Nightwing and ran off. A small smile formed on Davina's lips before nodded to JJ when he spoke to her. "I know what you mean," she said before patting him on the back. "One more round? Are you ready to head back?" She asked, waiting for her leader's response.

If there was one thing that Davina didn't need JJ to explain it was that everyone deserved second chances. Her mother had been given a second chance by her father and she was born. Her mother and father gave her grandfather, the original Deathstroke, a second chance...though he ended up screwing that up when he tried to train precious little Davina to be a merciless killer, but the point was that he got a second chance. It all depended on what the person did with that second chance. Some people did very well with their second chances, but other people didn't. Other people tended to screw things up if they didn't have their priorities right, but Davina had a feeling that the kid would show up at The Nest like he was supposed to.

[Nightwing]

"Not to mention it couldn't hurt to have a Robin."

Nightwing said, his small attempt at a joke. No doubt Davina would get the magnitude of this. JJ never made jokes while in the suit and rarely even with other Avengers during time off. But of course he felt comfortable with her. Namely because they were very similar. Both trained to be murderers and both given second chances and now using said killing skills to fight crime.

"I say we head back. We've done enough here for tonight."

He pressed a button on his belt and the two of them disappeared only to reappear back on the Watchtower. JJ sighed and took his helmet off looking over at her with a slight smile.

"Sorry for freaking out earlier."

He mumbled. But of course it came out closer to 'so.....freak....earl....'. He hated apologizing and admitting he was wrong, a serious issue he'd inherited from both parents actually. He stood there almost awkwardly and let the silence envelope them before finally speaking.

"I suppose I should go get my shoulder taken care of. Luckily I have the formula to the Fraternity's bath."

[Davina "Deathstroke" Wilson]

Davina giggled a little when JJ talked about having a Robin. She shook her head somewhat. "It's good to see you joking, Nightwing," she said with a smile in his direction. She knew that the man never joked around almost ever. It was kind of painful when she tried to mess with him or tease him playfully. He hardly ever laughed when around the rest of the team or while on a mission. Actually, Davina was pretty sure that this was the first time he had ever joked ever while she was around and he was in his uniform. She was kind of shocked, but also very glad that he was comfortable enough around her to joke around and have a good time. When JJ spoke to her about going back, she nodded and waited for them to return to The Watchtower. Once back, she looked over at JJ, who had taken off his helmet and smiled at her.

Davina smiled back and heard him mumble. She put her hand on his shoulder that wasn't hurt and nodded to him. He then spoke about getting his shoulder taking care of. "I-if you want, I can see if I can fix your shoulder... If not, that's okay, I can go shower and all that, but...the offer's still there," she said, pulling off her mask and attempting to smooth out her hair. It wasn't working though. Her blond locks were laced with sweat and had been matted against the mask. She ran her fingers through her hair and tucked her mask into her belt that was around her waist as she waited for JJ's response to her question...statement...thing. The truth was, Davina didn't really want to leave JJ at the moment. He was the only one in the Avenger team who didn't think she was a freak or something. He made her feel semi normal.

[Nightwing]

"I suppose a simple stab wound would be a waste of the bath...."

He said with a slight shrug. Normally he would've used the healing bath but he got the feeling she really wanted to do it. So he figured he should let her do what she wanted to do. Namely to take care of his shoulder. And now that his adrenaline was wearing off he could feel the burning in his shoulder. He was used to pain, it came with his training. Luckily he could control his adrenaline to make sure he didn't feel as much of the pain as a normal person.

"Well, to the med lab I suppose."

He said with a slight smile before patting the hand that was on his shoulder. He then began walking towards the med lab, still knowing she'd follow. That was one of the big reasons he liked her. He didn't have to tell her to follow, he just knew she would.

[Davina "Deathstroke" Wilson]

Davina listened to JJ's words and watched as he took her words nonchalantly, like JJ always did. Anytime Davina attempted anything close to being a flirt or being close to him, he shrugged it off like it was nothing. She was used to it, but she still tried. It was foolish of her, that she knew, but she couldn't really help herself. She was just that love sick kind of girl right now. JJ was her only source of friendship and any sort of affection, besides her father of course. The poor girl was usually very strong in front of everyone else, never really showed too much affection towards anyone unless her and JJ were alone and even then it wasn't extreme affection like she showed loved ones, but still.

Davina nodded to JJ's words and smiled a little when he patted her hand before shaking her head and following after him. Davina was sometimes teased by her fellow Avengers about being JJ's puppy or something else of that nature since, usually where ever he went, she was to follow. No, she wasn't the newest member, but she knew how JJ wanted things to go and she wasn't about to lolly gag like the rest of them when they were supposed to be working and doing as JJ asked of them. Her feelings for JJ mixed with the lessons her father had taught her made Davina who she was on the team and in Davina's eyes, JJ hadn't told her to change so, she wouldn't.

[Nightwing]

As JJ walked he removed his raccoon style mask and threw it in the helmet. He winced a bit, but tried to hide it, as he unzipped the top of his suit and pulled it off a bit causing it to bunch up at his waist and reveal all the circuitry inside that allowed his suit to help him.

"Damn it, I'm gonna have to repair this."

He said shaking his head. He seemed to not notice the fact that his bare shoulder and chest was covered in drying blood. He walked into the med lab, running his fingers through his sweaty hair as he did so. He jumped up on a table and sat there looking at Davina.

"Alright doc, patch me up."

[Davina "Deathstroke" Wilson]

Davina watched as JJ took off his mask and put it in his helmet. She shook her head somewhat before he unzipped the top of his suit and pulled it off. Her head tilted to the side a moment as she was momentarily distracted by JJ's physique. She quickly brushed it off, acting as if she was looking at his suit before she made her way towards the infirmary area. She couldn't help but notice the blood that covered JJ's body. She felt something in her click on like she was a machine, but as quickly as it turned on, she turned it off. She pushed her thoughts away about how to clean up the blood and watched as JJ hopped up onto the table. She chuckled and shook her head when he called her doc. "Yeah, yeah, I'm getting there, thank you," she said as she turned to get the medical supplies from the cabinet. She grabbed gauze, cotton balls, bandages, rubbing alcohol, and a few other items that she might have needed.

Davina walked back over to JJ and set down her supplies. She picked up a bowl and put hot water in it before grabbing a rag and beginning to wash the blood away from the wound. She set the rag in the bowl when she finished and inspected the wound a moment. She then grabbed a cotton ball and doused it in rubbing alcohol before rubbing it over the wound gently, trying not to inflict too much pain on the bird boy. She then inspected it once more and sighed. "You need stitches, hold on," she said as she turned and went to get her stitching supplies. She returned and stitched him up, trying to be gentle as she sewed his skin together. Once finished she put some Neosporin on the wound and placed a bandage over it before she wrapped the wound and his shoulder. Once finished, she stepped back. "There, finished," she said, picking up her supplies.

[Nightwing]

He sat there almost silently as she cleaned and stitched the wound. Pain was a pretty common thing and something he was used to. As was evident by the series of scars on his chest, back and arms as well as a few on his legs. It was merely a part of his life and something he had to get used to now. He sighed when she was finished and looked down at it.

"Not bad, not bad. Much better than field dressing I suppose."

He said with a slight shrug, but barely moving his injured shoulder. He knew moving it too much so soon was dangerous. But no doubt he'd end up breaking it open on his next patrol. That was an issue he had, part of the reason he ended up using the bath or fire to cauterize the wound. But he knew this helped her with her medical talent and that was the best thing.

"But how about next time you were a sexy nurse's outfit?"

He asked with a laugh and a wink.