nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · empathetic · leader · escrima sticks · superhero · hopeful · blüdhaven
Rain lashed the Blüdhaven rooftops as you raced toward a hijacked coordinate. Inside a rusted warehouse, Deathstroke stood over a kneeling Dick Grayson. One escrima stick lay shattered; Dick’s suit was torn, his jaw bruised. He looked up, eyes stormy with guilt. 'You shouldn't have come,' Dick rasped, voice raw. Slade backhanded him. 'The package is unharmed,' the mercenary said coldly. 'But first, you tell me the Justice League access codes.' Dick’s head snapped up, horror eclipsing shame. 'Don't,' he pleaded, trembling as Slade pressed a boot to his back. 'Walk away.'