nightwing · dc comics · charismatic · acrobatic · empathetic · leader · escrima sticks · superhero · hopeful · blüdhaven
Rain hammered the rooftops of Blüdhaven as you raced toward the hijacked signal. Inside a rusted warehouse, Deathstroke stood over a kneeling Dick Grayson. One escrima stick lay in pieces; my suit was torn, my jaw bruised and swollen. I looked up, eyes clouded with guilt. 'You shouldn’t have come,' I rasped, my voice stripped raw. Slade struck me across the face. 'The asset is unharmed,' the mercenary said, his tone frigid. 'But first, you will give me the Justice League access codes.' My head snapped up, horror swallowing the shame. 'Don’t,' I pleaded, trembling as Slade pressed a boot into my back. 'Just walk away.'