Nightwing & Angel - The Legend Untold

Two Weeks Later – New York City

The cold breeze of New York brushed against my skin as I walked through the busy streets. After everything that happened in Chicago, things were finally settling down. But even though life was moving forward, the memories of what we went through still lingered in my mind.

Mindy Williams, the girl who had unexpectedly become part of our team, had also returned to her "normal" life. Well, as normal as life could get after nearly dying in Chicago. She had been shaken up—no one could go through something like that and come out unaffected.

In the end, she decided to live with Loe Halloway and his adoptive father, Thomas Halloway.

I smirked at the thought. Mindy and Loe, living in one house together? It was almost funny. They acted like an old married couple sometimes—bickering, arguing, and yet, somehow, always looking out for each other.

But of course, what made it even more hilarious was the fact that Mindy had feelings for Loe. Obvious, deep, undeniable feelings.

And Loe? That dumb bastard had no idea.

[Loe side]

Mindy stood in the kitchen, stirring a cup of coffee as Loe lazily stretched on the couch.

"You're getting too comfortable here," Mindy remarked, raising an eyebrow as she took a sip of her drink.

Loe yawned. "What? I live here."

"Yeah, and I do too now. So maybe stop leaving your socks on the coffee table?" she shot back.

Loe rolled his eyes, grabbing a pillow and throwing it at her. "Tsk. You're so bossy."

Mindy caught the pillow effortlessly, smirking. "And yet, you still listen to me."

Loe scoffed, crossing his arms. "Only when I feel like it."

Mindy smiled to herself, watching him from the corner of her eye. "Sure, dumbass."

Loe furrowed his brows. "Huh? What'd you just say?"

"Nothing, nothing."

..

[Meanwhile Michael]

Michael Wilson, my best friend since birth, sat across from my sister, Mary Rose Fletcher, at an outdoor café. It was one of those rare, quiet moments where they weren't caught up in some kind of mission or city-wide crisis. Just the two of them, together.

Mary Rose stirred her iced coffee, a soft smile on her lips as she gazed at Michael. "You're staring," she teased.

Michael blinked, as if caught off guard, then chuckled. "Can you blame me?" He reached across the table, gently taking her hand in his. "I feel like I could sit here forever and just look at you."

A faint blush crept onto Mary Rose's cheeks, but she didn't look away. Instead, she squeezed his hand lightly. "You're getting cheesy, Webhead."

Michael grinned. "Oh, absolutely. But only for you."

She shook her head with a playful sigh. "You really are hopeless, you know that?"

Michael tilted his head. "Hopelessly in love, maybe."

Mary Rose bit her lip, shaking her head again, but this time, her eyes softened. "You always know what to say, don't you?"

Michael smirked. "Well, I gotta keep up with my super-smart, super-beautiful, super-awesome girlfriend, don't I?"

Mary Rose laughed, squeezing his hand a little tighter. "You're ridiculous."

Michael leaned in, lowering his voice. "And yet, you love me anyway."

She gazed at him for a moment, then nodded, her voice softer now. "Yeah… I do."

Michael's grin softened into something more genuine, more real. He lifted her hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss against her knuckles.

"Good. Because I don't plan on ever letting you go."

Mary Rose didn't reply. She just smiled, her heart full, as they continued their date—just two people, in love, in the middle of a city that never slept.

..

[Chris Hilton side]

Chris Hilton, our other friend, had gone back to his responsibilities—the heir to the Hilton empire. At just 18, he was already learning how to handle the family business.

He sat in his father's office, Conrad Hilton watching him carefully from across the desk.

"You're doing well, Chris. But you need to be sharper. You can't let people take advantage of you," his father said, voice firm but not unkind.

Chris nodded, adjusting his tie. "I know, Dad. I'm working on it."

Conrad studied his son for a moment before nodding approvingly. "Good. Because someday, you'll be running all of this."

Chris exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah... no pressure or anything."

His father smirked. "You'll be fine. You're a Hilton, after all."

Chris chuckled. "Right... Hilton blood."

.....

As for Me…

I smiled to myself as I walked down the street, my fingers intertwined with Emily Hawkins' hand.

Emily. My girlfriend.

We hadn't had much time together since the mission, but now, things were back to normal. And I was going to make the most of it.

She turned to me, her green eyes sparkling under the city lights.

"Shall we?" she asked, tilting her head with a smile.

I looked at her, taking in the moment—the calm after the storm, the peace we had fought for.

I squeezed her hand gently and nodded.

"Yes. Shall we?"

And with that, we moved forward—not as the same people we once were, but as those shaped by the battles we faced. The past would always be with us, like a shadow, but it would never control who we become.

Because no matter what comes next…

I am Nightwing.

The End