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boy_wonder87 ([info]boy_wonder87) wrote in [info]dc_heroes,
@ 2010-12-16 00:48:00


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Entry tags:batman, nightwing

A cold night wind whipped through the wind-tunnel of Gotham's streets, threatening to tear Nightwing from his perch between two gargoyles. His practised gymnast's grip on the ledge below held him firm, fingers hard and calloused by years of training, his forearms knotted like thick ropes on some ancient sailing ship.

Below him stretched West Brewery Street- a favourite haunt of his during days as Robin. The neighbourhood had been dangerous and seedy, which seemed a requirement for any part of Gotham, but underneath Dick had found a neighbourhood with wonderful characters, friendships, and sense of community. It had become a kind of haven for the wayward, the strange, the weird, and the broken denizens of Gotham's underworld. The people of West Brewery Street had not been saints- more than a few were murderers and worse- but they found a certain stoic pride in their home, and did what they could to contribute to it. Many of Dick's preconceptions about street life had been turned on their head, and his concept of right and wrong had been blurred. The street kids and hookers, the bottom-rung dealers and homeless veterans, the mentally ill and scarred products of abusive homes; they all called the West Brewery home, and they had all taught the young Boy Wonder lessons he would never forget.

Now West Brewery was unrecognizable- gentrified in the years since Dick had left. Its streets once dank and clogged with broken syringes and human detritus, were now brightly lit boulevards around massive condo buildings, patrolled by private security companies rather than police. The young and wealthy now called the area home. The streets were clogged with coffee houses and tapas bars, sushi restaurants, nightclubs and social clubs and health clubs.

It was an outcome that Batman had foreseen in his projections for the future of his city. Not a goal, but a foreseeable outcome of his work.

So now we can stamp this part of the map and say "Mission Accomplished!" and move on he thought bitterly. He wondered what had happened to the people who had lived here. He doubted any of them lived in these condominiums or worked at the high-priced bars and restaurants lining the street. We've just forced them back into another part of town. And then we'll take that back and they'll have to move again. Until we force them into the smallest corner possible, where there won't be anywhere to hide from monsters like the Falconis or Black Mask or Penguin. And while they kill each other over the scraps we've left them, we'll pat ourselves on the back and say how proud we are.

Dick had gradually become aware that his internal voice was beginning to sound more like Bruce all the time- at least in tone, if not in content. It had been one of their points of contention- Bruce continuing to see it as a war, a "never-ending-battle", while Dick would have rather spent his time trying the help the people on the bottom who were merely cannon fodder for the Police Chiefs and Politicians and Crime Families, as they fought their perpetual turf wars.

The car Dick had been waiting for turned the corner and started down West Brewery Street. Dick was pleased, but the nature of the night's work didn't allow him to smile. The black SUV made its way through traffic, and Dick pressed his micro-binoculars to his eyes. Standard plates, no official markings- but windows tinted a shade so dark only government cars could get away with. Its the little things. Dick thought, as he leaped into the gaping emptiness of an alleyway. He let himself fall for four stories, before he angled into a fire escape, catching a steel ladder at it's last rung and flipping into a graceful dive. He danced his way across the girders and drain pipes, a creature entirely in his element.

Nightwing's pace matched the car below as it drove toward the tallest of the buildings, a golden monument to excess. His movements were aggressive to the point of folly. A select few flirted with danger, but Dick Grayson made her his lover.

His athleticism was unmatched. His judgement was not. He was the prodigal son. And he had returned.




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[info]boy_wonder87
2011-02-02 09:58 am UTC (link)
Nightwing closed in, on the perp. He considered a moment "Look Colonel, we both know the score here. I've been on your tail the past three weeks." He twirled one of his fighting sticks, bringing it up under the Colonel's chin expertly- narrowly stopping himself before he breaks the man's jaw. "Where the hell do you get off selling this kind of harware to scum the Scarlotti's? What's you're angle?"

The Colonel's eyes narrow and he shifts his gaze from Nightwing to Batman. "Why don't you ask your boss."

Nightwing shoved the man back against the wall, coming between he and Batman. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" he yelled angrily, cracking a brick above the Colonel's head. The Colonel winced away from the strike. "You cowboys think you can just run around and we're not goin to see what you're up to?! That we're not going to take steps?" He eyed Nightwing indignantly. "You may have gotten me. But I'm just the first. Uncle Sam isn't content to let you freaks treat this City like your playground." He leaned past Nightwing, locking eyes with Batman "We're watching you too, Bats"

Frustrated, Nightwing punched the man across the face- knocking him unconscious. He turned back to Batman slowly. He looked past his mentor, not quite meeting his gaze "It's been a while" he said evenly.

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[info]thedarkknight
2011-02-04 01:02 am UTC (link)
"He's right. The other families are gearing up." Batman rasps, wasting no time with preamble. Recriminations of past issues and missteps served no purpose here. The Colonel had given away his buyers, and now it was up to him to shut them down.

"The shipments come at different times, and they think they're avoiding me by splitting the shipments and using other means of transportation. There are three warehouses just on the East End with enough weapons to start World War III. Two in Crime Alley, one on the West Side.

Which part of town are you taking?" Batman asks, pulling the remote-call device for the car (he /never/ calls it the Batmobile) and pressing the button. The call will arrive shortly.

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[info]boy_wonder87
2011-02-07 01:12 am UTC (link)
Nightwing thought a moment. "I'll take Crime Alley" he replied. He wasn't exactly protecting his mentor- his work took him to Crime Alley all the time. But Dick took any opportunity to keep Bruce from being confronted with his parent's murder. It occupies his mind enough as it is. He doesn't need any help in that regard.

Nightwing hit his armoured timepiece, dark red numbers appeared on his wrist. "Rendezvous at 0100 at location omega" Dick said, referencing the Batcave in old field-code Bruce had made him use in his first few years of training. The kind of extremely subtle joke that Batman would appreciate, and might even make himself (if he was in a good mood).

The car arrived at one end of the alley, while simultaneously Dick's bike appeared at the other end. He couldn't help but at a not-so-subtle addendum. "My Nightcycle is cooler than your Batmobile." Dick said, grinning like an idiot and finally looking Batman in the eye.

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[info]thedarkknight
2011-02-12 06:16 pm UTC (link)
"Don't call it, that." he says.

Batman simply turns and walks away.

But Nightwing will hear Batman speak as he's walking away.

"Chicks dig the car, more, though." he says, going back to the car.

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