Smittywing was... still Smittywing. Too much time had passed in the digital Bludhaven, that Smittywing was still resigned to being in Dick Grayson's body. Odds were, that as no end was in sight to the Smittywing saga, and the citizens actually found it intriguing that she'd probably end up staying in Dick Grayson's body until people tired of the random ficlets.

The night was quiet, too quiet. Blockbuster had calmed down ever since he'd had a heart transplant. The giant on Avalon hill was now pondering day and night if eating Pork Rinds could technically be considered a form of cannibalism. Shrike had... well it was amusing when an assortment of Gotham villains had traveled up-- to give him fashion advice of all things. Shrike had been laughed out of town. Double Dare-- ze French... how you say? Sex pots?-- had lost interest as soon as Smittywing had appeared. So aside from Mabel troubles... Bludhaven was... almost normal.

Which was of course, too much to hope for.

Smittywing leapt from building to building, still amazed she could wake up, eat Captain Crook's Crunchie's and still be able to do death defying stunts of deering-do! She was getting bored and jumped from rooftop to rooftop aimlessly. The Windy City Cafe patrons were just starting to leave. Jump! The official offices of City Hall were locked and secured. Jump! A figure climbing out from a manhole. Smittywing jumped to the next building, did a double take and jumped across once more.

She paused looking down at the figure who looked familiar. The girl's dark black hair around her face as the autumn air breezed through it. The figure stopped, looked around, obviously disoriented. Smittywing watched as the girl headed for the Windy City Cafe only to find it locked. Upset, the girl kicked at the door once, then again when it failed to move. Smittywing smiled wryly, she had probably had her first taste of Mabel's coffee.

Smittywing watched amused as the girl stomped her feet in frustration, the wind blowing through her hair. Smittywing's mouth dropped as recognition surfaced. The figure below was not only a friend but a Bludhaven citizen as well-- one who had been on the "Missing" signs at the Post Office wall. In an instant, Smittywing jumped to the ground to greet the newly found Library Lass.

Mary Sue jumped in surprise as Smittywing landed behind her with a dull thud. Despite the initial shock, she had gotten her bearings quickly and a smile split over her face as she turned to greet the spandex clad hero. It had taken her a long time, reading through the list fic, to figure out where the best place would be to locate Nightwing. After all it wasn't exactly like he had a giant flashlight she could simply turn on. Mary Sue knew he would be here, there was no other scenario in her mind. It was all going exactly to plan.

Delighted, Mary Sue grabbed Nightwing in a big hug and Smittywing stood there dumbfounded. When it was clear the other girl was not going to let go, Smittywing pushed her away. They stood apart, one grinning happily, the other perplexed. Smittywing opened her mouth to speak but the wind was knocked out of her as the other girl hugged her again. It took some effort and some close to violent pushing but Smittywing finally got the other girl to let go. She stood a few feet away, her hand outstretched to prevent any more outbursts of emotion.

"Nightwing!" Mary Sue gushed happily.

"Are you okay?" Smittywing responded, hoping nothing was wrong. The Library Lass seemed happier than usual but otherwise in perfect health.

"I'm great," Mary Sue gushed. Little hearts floated around her head which matched the tone of her voice. "How are you doing?"

Smittywing waved the hearts away as they floated towards her. They exploded with a tiny pop. She gave her friend a critical look. "Are you sure you're okay?"

"I'm fine, Nightwing."

Smittywing frowned, after all the confusion, everyone referred to her as Smittywing. It was just easier all around, especially since the unfortunate mix up with Robin (the list member) and Tim (the superhero/sidekick) and Batman. The members of Bludhaven were strange that way. The list mommy doubled as Katwoman, while Josh Hill resided as the town's Mayor. John Westcott sometimes trolled the streets in the guise of Doctor Evil while Kerrie Smith (complete with her towel) harked her role as Miss Robinette. Along with Recceanna, the Poetry Queen and Chicago, who had at one time been the Feedback Monger, it was a fairly diverse bunch indeed.

Sadly, the days of Smittywing were long gone. Citizens had moved out, and new ones come in, with each addition a new niche was formed and Bludhaven grew with each loss an empty hole was left behind, no one quite able to fulfill another's uniqueness. Only a few remained, but Bludhaven continued to thrive in the absence of everyone else. The storefronts changed back and forth and new citizens frequented the Windy City Cafe, the 8 Ball, Bludhaven Supreme Court, the library visiting Mabel, and Tim, Superlawyer (aka Charlene), and the Library Lass (who had too many names to count).

Except she didn't seem quite herself today. Smittywing had finally gotten the girl to stop trying to hug her every five minutes. The hero stood a few feet away keeping the library lass at arm's length.

"I'm not Nightwing, remember?" Smittywing tried to clarify. "Where have you been since this list began?"

Mary Sue opened her mouth to respond... then shut it. She couldn't remember where she'd been since the list began. She couldn't even remember when this list began. Hell, truth be told, she didn't really understand what Smittywing meant by a list. So, Mary Sue simply blinked and looked up dumbly at the female hero.

Smittywing sighed. She bit her lip and gave the Library Lass another critical look. "We'll it's not safe on the streets anyway. This is Bludhaven you know."

"Bludhaven. Right. Thought so," Mary Sue heartily agreed. "'If it's too coarse or too vile for Gotham, it ends up here' right?"

"Riiiiiight." Smittywing's face had adapted a cynical look.

And Smittywing set off down the street, Mary Sue following her every step. It was quite annoying as the younger girl kept pointing to places and streets and gushing with awe and every once in a while had the audacity to try to sneak in a hug.

Something was seriously wrong, and Smittywing would have to find out what but more importantly find out how to make it right once again and would have to do it relatively soon. If she didn't, she might have to murder her friend. In self defense, of course, she'd make sure of that.

They wandered around the city, and it came as no suprise the usual dreg of citizens was no where to be found. There had been a big party in the 8-ball... completely with lampshades (which had to be brought in from the cafe as the pool hall had overhead hanging lights). It'd been a late night and everyone who had been there had sacked out. As for everyone else...

Miss Robinette sat slurping a strawberry soda, Tim Drake sat beside her on the same side of the booth. He played with his ice cream spreading it over his apple pie before taking a bite of it. Miss Robinette had left her towel at home, this was a somewhat... decent... okay it was a grease pit-- Roy had chosen it, but it was still a somewhat... nice place. Tim was so picking the spot for next time.

Roy, for some reason, did not seem to want to leave Bludhaven. No one could quite figure it out. He seemed to think, that as a Titan (and a damn cool one, he would add) that he had a right to be here. Heck, if Robbie was letting all the baddies and the bat play in his city, then Arsenal just added some spice to the normally dull flavor. Not too mention there were some pretty fine looking ladies populating the place too. One of which, Roy had managed to garner a second, third, and now fourth date with.

After their first date, oh so long ago, Roy had hit it off fairly well with the Poetry Queen-- after she had gotten over her initial bout of shyness, that is. They were in the corner, playing foozball waiting for Miss Robinette to stop groping Tim under the table. The two hoped it would be soon... it'd be embarrassing to get thrown out of a restraunt-- even if it were for closing time.

Kerrie slurped her soda, finishing the last bit of the drink and Tim quickly shoved the rest of the pie in his mouth. They stood, and left, wandering out in the street. Roy and Reccea stood to do so as well, but a waitress tapped them on the shoulders. Roy frowned... Ker and Tim had delibrately left them with the check. He was convinced.

He turned up his coat and grumbled, stepping outside. Reccea wrapped around his arm affectionately, trying to cheer him up. Kerrie and Tim were talking near a building, partly in shadow and completely in each other's personal space. Roy raised an eyebrow. The kid has skills. And Tim wasn't much of a slacker either. He turned to his companion, looking her over, and was leaning forward when a voice screamed down the street.

"Thank God! Don't move! She's after me!"

Smittywing ran down the street, as a perplexed Roy (he'd decide that he'd wait until he saw the threat before deciding whether he should be concerned) looked on. It had taken him quite a while to wrap his mind around the Smittywing/Amanda body switching debacle. And because it was a woman, not the Dick Grayson he knew, fullifilling the role of Nightwing... well he wasn't being sexist. Hell, half the women he knew could kick his ass, but he just wasn't sure how Smittywing rated on the ass-kick level yet.

He looked down the street to see a petite girl with black hair chasing after Smittywing. He squinted, she looked vaguely familiar. She was also screaming at the top of her lungs for Nightwing to come back. Roy grabbed her as she passed, hauling her around the waist and lifting her off the feet. "Woah Nellie. What's the rush?"

Mary Sue's eyes widened. "You're Roy Harper. Aren't you?"

"Um..."

And without warning, Mary Sue jumped up and hugged him around the neck. "Oh I can't believe it Mr. Harper. I mean, meeting you and Nightwing on the same night it's just... woah. I'm your biggest fan."

Reccea pouted at the girl's last words. Roy muttered a confused, but amused, thanks and set the girl down. She ran a hand through her hair, clearing it from her face. Reccea gaped. She ran to her friend and sometimes sidekick. "Where have you been for the last five months?"

"Excuse me?" Mary Sue's scrunched up in confusion.

"I've been sidekickless! How could you?"

"I'm sorry," stammared Mary, genuinely feeling apologetic even though she hadn't a clue what was going on."

Roy snapped his fingers finally placing the girl. "You're the Limerick Lass!"

Tim and Kerrie had wandered over, it was so hard to focus when there was screaming abound. Ker straightened her somewhat mussed hair. "She's the Library Lass," she said annoyed. If Bludhaven didn't quiet down, she and Tim would have to relocate to a Red Roof Inn.

"She's evil demon spawn!" Smittywing proclaimed.

Everyone blinked at her.

"What are you talking a--oof!" Tim had meant to say 'about' but the tiny bundle of energy had flung herself from Roy to him. Kerrie, near violently, hauled her off. Tim stood, slightly hunched, catching his breath and checking himself for broken ribs. He looked at the girl closely... and screamed.

He ducked behind Kerrie, who seemed annoyed that her man had just done something completely and utterly unmanly. "I know who she is! She's every badly concieved character, every unimaginative idea, the sticky peanut butter on the roof of your mouth--"

"What are you on about kid?" Roy asked.

"She's Mary Sue!" Tim exclaimed, causing Roy to jump back and hide behind Reccea.

"About damn time someone got it!" Smittywing huffed and punched the girl as she tried to hug her again.

Mary Sue fell back to the pavement, legs sprawled, bottom lip quivering. Reccea and Kerrie looked at Smittywing with alarm. "She better not," Kerrie exclaimed, but Reccea had already started to plug her ears.

The ear splitting wails could be heard all the way to Avalon Hill.

Smittywing punched her again and Mary Sue passed out. Roy nodded his approval, Smitty had definetly hit the ass kick level. They circled around their injured friend. Reccea looked up to Smitty.

"We're not just going to leave her here?" she asked concerned.

Kerrie crossed her arms. "I'm not carrying her."

Roy and Tim were scared to be within a foot of her, never mind touch her. Reccea looked at Smittywing. And Smittywing did the ever so heroic thing, and helped out her friend, though not for the lack of complaining.

"Is it safe?" Tim Drake asked, peering out from under a tablecloth. In response, Kerrie kicked him. "Ow," he winced and crawled out from under the table. "I thought you loved me."

"I'm saving your reputation."

Smittywing snapped her fingers. "Can we focus?"

"Where's the coffee in this place?" Harper called from the kitchen. Smittywing shot him a whithering look. "Stupid cafe," Roy muttered as he pulled out a chair, turned it backwards, and sat down with his arms resting on its back.

"What should we do?" asked Reccea. She was pacing the small expanse of the cafe, wringing the ends of her hair with her hands.

"We need a doctor," Tim stated.

"We need an exoricist," Roy retorted.

"We need to focus," Smitty barked.

"Can't we just hit her on the head again?" Kerrie asked. "Hard?"

"Kerrie!" Recce gaped horrified. She turned to Smitty for help, but the hero seemed to be considering it. "Smitty! We can't!" she whined. Reccea was prone to whining... at least her fictive self was.

It was then that Mary Sue woke. She took a moment to get her bearings, then turned her head watching the argument. She looked at Kerrie, then Reccea, Smitty, and then back again. Growing bored, she turned to ogle at Tim and Roy. She went to leap up and hug them, and fell on her face.

Kerrie grinned. She'd taken the liberty (and foresight) to tie the girl's shoelaces together. She watched, horrified, as the girl's lower lip started to quiver again. "Oh grow up," she snapped, annoyed.

"I just want to go home," Mary Sue whined, her eyes bright with tears as she fidled with the white laces. "Everyone's so mean here. I never did anything to you."

"Well..." Roy frowned.

"Um..." Tim shifted nervously.

"You see..." Smittywing started.

And Dick exploded and yelled, "You're evil demon spawn!"

Mary Sue started wailing and hyperventalating and other over dramatic things. Reccea pulled the girl over to a booth and sat her down. Mabel brought over copious napkins and a glass of water.