Nightwing//Batman
| Vigilante
| The Bat-Family
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Post by Dick Grayson on Jun 30, 2016 22:19:45 GMT -5
 New York City
Beginning Rain
Night 8:30pm
Dick was sitting in his apartment on the 18th floor of his apartment building. It was a hot summer night in New York. Dick was looking down at his phone. It was getting late into the night and Dick was getting restless. Lately he hadn't been able to focus on work or saving up money all he could think about was all the newspapers. All the headlines about superpower abuse (which he knew were false) And crime running out of control. Dick poured himself a glass of whiskey and took a sip the bitter taste helping to snap out of his trance. The thoughts still lingered on his mind and he flopped onto his couch. "All I did was trade one crap city for another it seems.... there is always a Gotham.. even if it isn't named Gotham."
Dick turned on his wide screen TV and flipped through the channels. TV dramas, Crappy movies and news channels. He sighed and tossed the remote back into the draw from his seat without looking, the clattering sound signalling he made his shot. What he had chosen was a Local News channel they were playing a story about a dog who had saved a girl from a robber. Dicks mind went to Changling and he almost burst out laughing. He sighed softly. He missed his earth... He missed Barbara the most as much as he was sad to admit the time away from her might of returned certain feeling he had for her. He shook his head to banish the thought and returned his gaze to the screen the story about the dog was still on, but then it cut to a picture of a man dressed in a suit with the line 'Breaking News' under it. 
"This is Walter Stanley with a breaking news story. A group of gang members have broken into Kenway's Jewelry on 112 W 17th St Manhattan. Officers have arrived on the scene and have confirmed the gang has at least one hostage and they are armed with handguns and semi automatic weapons. Officers have asked that civilians take a different route home." Something broke inside Dick. He got up without a second thought. He had seen news reports like this before hundreds of times, but this was the last straw for him. He walked over to one of spare bedrooms and Dick typed in a code on a lock keeping the metal doors of the closet shut, (He had replaced the wooden doors with metal.) Dick pulled the doors open and looked upon the Bat suit covered in dust from non use. He had hidden it away ever since he arrived in New York. It didn't look as great or as clean as he would have wanted due to him making several personal adjustments to the suit. He pulled the suit out and put it on his bed and he stared at it again. This city was broken, Hell this world was broken the government was something akin to what Lex Luthor would have done. This world needed him. It needed Batman. He wished he could dawn his Nightwing suit, but sadly he had left it in his earth and all he had was the bat suit. He picked up cowl as a few drops of rain hit the windows. The eyes of the mask stared back at him just like in the cave on the night he entered this world.
"Here we go...(click for music)" Dick muttered pulling his clothes off and slowly suiting up. He felt something weird when putting on the suit. It felt... right for the first time in a very long time Dick felt a sense of belonging. That meant a lot to Dick and he smiled softly. He looked into the mirror. He WAS Batman now, but not Bruce's Batman his own Batman, a Batman that others could look up too. He walked out to the balcony of his apartment. He jumped off opening his cape and he started to glide in the night. The Batman patrolled the skies once more! Batman tilted his glide ever so slightly to land in the parking complex he parked his car in. He hurried into it starting the engine and quickly speeding his way off the main island and into the more forestry outskirts of the city. He made it to a hidden cave and he parked and left his car. He walked into the cave and he saw it. He walked over to it his hand reaching out and grabbing the sheet tossed over it. He pulled back and the sheet flew off and fell to the ground. Batman pressed a button on his gauntlet and the hatch at the top opened. Batman walked over to it and jumped into the seat of the Batmobile. He ran his hands over the steering wheel before pressing the ignition button. The Batmobile roared to life. Batman smiled. "Oooh baby she still purrs!" He laughed to himself. He imagined what Bruce would have thought of his attitude. "Alright baby, let's give those baddie something to be scared of." He stepped on the gas and the Batmobile entered the night roaring down the road at fantastic speed. It wasn't long until Batman was back in the city. He zoomed down the streets. "Bet even Wally would have a rough time keeping up." Batman joked to himself as he headed toward the destination marked on his map. It wasn't long before he drew only a street away from the place. His car was already drawing attention from civilians. Batman scanned his map and parked in a hidden ally activating the shock field as he left the car. He pressed his cowl and a x-ray mode activated. He hid behind a wall and looked at the store. "15 cops ... four swat ... inside .... one hostage, eight gang members. Armed with pistols mostly one has a Sub machine gun. Primary target. Okay think Dick..." He surveyed the area. He would have to enter through one of the windows above the store. The back door was watched. Once inside he would use some of his smoke bombs to confuse the gang then take out the one with the machine gun. If he was fast the others wouldn't be able to react and he could take them out easily. Batman turned and grappled onto a roof. He pulled himself up quickly sprinting and gliding to a roof across the street to remain unseen. a News chopper hovered into the sky its spotlight on the store. He sighed softly. "Looks like you will be making it on the news Dick." He muttered to himself. He stood up and pulled out his grapple gun taking careful aim before firing it. It hooked into a wall and Batman ran jumping from the building and swinging. He could feel the heat of the news choppers light as it hit him. He curled up and kicked his feet out to shatter the window of the building and land inside rolling to his feet. "Smooth, yea, wasn't bad I still got it." He said to himself smirking before taking out an explosive batarang and placing it on the floor. He could hear the thugs on the floor below him talking. "Yo, dawg what the hell was that sound? You see that thing fly at the building?" "Hey man shut up and grab the crap we don' got time to worry bout what you think you saw." "Hey A**hole I know what I saw!" "Just shut up and try and get Cruz on the phone we've been here for a hour and the cops won't enter.... we need a ride outta here!" Batman smirked and he pressed a button on his gauntlet and the Batarang exploded making a hole in the floor. Before they could react Batman tossed out smoke pellets filling the store below with smoke. Batman flicked on his heat censor vision mode to keep track of the thugs as he jumped down. The machine gun thug was running to the hostage. Batman took no time and sprang into action. Batman ran to the Thug jumping into the air and spinning hitting him in the head with a brutal kick. The thug went down and Batman landed taking out a batarang and tossing it at the next thug disarming him of his pistol. The thug was flailing around shouting. "Yo what the hell is going on somo-" He was cut off as Batman grabbed him silently covering him mouth and choking him into unconsciousness. Two down six to go. He thought to himself. He saw three thugs close together. A long counter that stored jewelry stood between Batman and them. With little effort Batman vaulted over the counter using the vault to kick a thug so hard he went flying slamming into a wall. Batman moved to the next ripping his gun away and pistol wiping him in the temple sending the thug down. The last of the group had his legs swiped out from under him sending him to the floor where Batman sat on his chest and landed a punch in the face knocking him out. Only three left, two were close by their backs to the wall. "Come on, you are making this way to easy for me!" Batman taunted as he charged the thugs dodging three bullets as they fired wildly into the smoke. Batman flew from the smoke grabbing each of their heads and slamming them into the wall. The two thugs slumped to the ground eye closed unconscious. Batman turned to the last Thug. This one was running for the entrance seeming to forget there were cops outside as he desperately tried to escape. He almost made it outside before Batman tackled him and picked him up by his collar. The thug began to speak frantically. "Yo man what the S**t man?! Who the hell are you man!?" Batman pulled the thug close and spoke two words that in all honesty he had always wanted to say. "I'm Batman!" Batman slammed his face into the thugs giving a brutal headbutt before dropping the body to the ground. The Police now began to storm the build a news camera man with them. One of them pointed at Batman and shouted.
"DOWN ON THE GROUND NOW!" "What?" No thank you!? How rude!" Batman tossed a flash bang quickly and grappled up the hole he had made running to the window and jumping into the air gliding to the ground the news chopper shining its light on him. As Batman landed he immediately had to start dodging police as they tried to tackle him as he ran to the Batmobile. He jumped in and started it peeling out of the ally and down the street a few cop cars following along with the News chopper. The Batman was back!
---------------------------------- On TVs across the state and city. "This is Walter Stanley of New York News. We have an update for you! A man dressed as a bat has taken out the robbers at the jewelry store and saved the hostage who turned out to be the owner Mrs. Kenway. The vigilante is now leading the police in a chase." The TV Cut to footage of Batman gliding into the building and smoke filling the store. It then cut to the shot of the Police storming the inside showing Batman standing over the Thugs before a white light blinded them. "Now here is our eye in the sky with a live view of the chase!" The TV cut to a live feed showing the Batmobile flying down the streets of New York. |
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Nightstar
| Landscaper / Window Washer
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Post by Mar'i Grayson on Jul 6, 2016 2:54:07 GMT -5
"Here's to a dual income."At a halfway decent bar, where most of the glasses didn't look scratched up and dirty, Mar'i Grayson sat at the booth and held up her glass of flat coke and rum for a mock toast. They were out celebrating her new job as a high-rise window washer. Her grin remained as the rim of the glass drew closed to her lips, and one eyebrow quirked behind her sunglasses just barely visible behind the lens. Between her and the second half of their paltry net-worth was a basket of deep-fried veggies with a dip in the middle. It was about as good as a vegan meal could get at such a place, when Mar'i had been expecting they'd default to french-fries. Mar'i wasn't a strict vegan, but she had grown up a priveleged vegetarian and could choose where her animal products were coming from. Mass produced grocery-store fare was as low-quality as it was cruel. At least, that was what she tried to remind herself at the smell of mozzarella sticks from the table next to them. Mmm, cheesy goodness. Not one to give into temptation often, she stuck with her vice of alcohol on a special occasion, and the vices she only fantasized about as she watched her attractive companion from across the table. "The downside is we won't be spending the day together," she said with a pout. Their shifts were day and night. "I suppose... we'll just have to make up for it when we can," she suggested, and the flirtatious undertones were made no more innocent by her wicked grin. She casually glanced up at the screen above the bar as she took another sip... ...which she nearly choked on. The black vehicle they were following was unmistakably the Batmobile. Her pulse rose at the thought of Batman, Bruce Wayne as she thought, having a presence in the same universe she was stuck in. Someone she knew, and cared for. Would he know her, too? She had to find out. She stood up from her seat, drink and food abandoned, and flagged down the bartender. "Check, please?" |
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Nightwing
| Mercenary
| The Regime
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 6, 2016 19:49:40 GMT -5
 Damian held up his glass to the toast, mirroring her grin for a few seconds, before he took a drink as well. The bitter draught lingered on his tongue, the taste as poor as their surroundings, but the quality of the company he was with made everything else bearable. Sort of. It was true what they said about diamonds in the dirt. They shined all the brighter for it. Like the way the light glinted off her dark hair. He was staring again, wasn't he? The young man quickly averted his eyes.
It was loud with a stench of fried foods that had Damian's nose wrinkling. Or, in all probability, it could have been the smell of the people. They'd apparently picked a bad night to go. Perhaps fifteen minutes after they had sat down the place seemed to flood with a rush of patrons crowding the bar and loudly yelling at each other about a football game. Luckily these annoyances could still be avoided by staying a reasonable distance from the televisions.
The bar was depressingly classier than the hovels they'd been relegated to on a single income, but it was nothing like the assassin prince had been used to before. Still, the basket of tortured vegetables between them was better than nothing. He was glad for the distraction of the woman across from him.
When she pouted about having less time together Damian reached a hand across the table towards her. "I'm sure we can find time," he agreed, meeting her wicked grin with a lascivious smirk. Then she was choking on her drink and rising to her feet. Had he said the wrong thing? Damian leaned back, withdrawing from his previous position reaching across the table, as his stomach dropped out from under him.
Behind him the sports fans groaned in a way that at first made Damian wonder if he was making that noise, or if they'd all been watching the pair of them instead. Pale eyes flicked to the crowd, as Mar'i hunted down the bartender, and the young man realized what all the fuss was about. On the television was a too familiar car. He stiffened, rising to his feet, as his mind raced to understand.
Father was here. Father was here and Mar'i seemed intent on leaving to go find him. He chased after her like a lovesick puppy. Damian followed out the door and onto the street. "There's no way we'll catch him on foot," he said, his expression daring her to suggest something stupid like flying.
But, hey, maybe they'd get lucky and he'd drive right past. Tag: Dick Grayson I have no excuses. I'm just slow this week. xD |
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Nightwing//Batman
| Vigilante
| The Bat-Family
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Post by Dick Grayson on Jul 10, 2016 2:01:57 GMT -5
 The Batmobile peeled down the road at amazing speeds performing while daring maneuvers. Batman was gaining distance slowly. He couldn't go to fast this was still a very populated area and he had to show some sort of caution whilst he showboated. Batman was grinning in the cockpit. God he had missed this! He took a sharp turn down an ally way. The tires squealed into the turn and as he drove down the ally way trash can and dumpsters were thrown about. Batman had hoped this would at least get most of the ground forces off his tail.
Batman was wrong, as he peeled out back onto the main road four more cop cars turned to face him. Batman slammed on the brakes to avoid a collision and looked around for an exit. "Not good, not good. Oh god Dick you're rusty." Batman spotted a gap and he slammed on the gas head into it and avoiding them again.
Batman pressed some buttons on the dashboard and a turret popped out of the back and aimed up at the helicopter. The rounds were of course non lethal and Batman aimed carefully before firing and taking out the search lights. The light exploded. The Batmobile sped up escaping the front lights of the police cars. Batman punched in a button on his controls that would set the Batmobile to autopilot and send it back to the cave he had hidden it in.
Now all Batman could do was wait for the perfect moment. The Batmobile had a feature that he could use that would launch him into the air, from there he could glide to a roof top and hide, maybe even catch his breath, but for now the heat was too hot for him and he needed to head home for at least tonight he was sure all of New York would be chatting about the Batman.
The chance for Batman to escape came quicker than he thought it would as the auto piloted car took a sharp turn and down a street with a bar or it. He saw a couple outside as he passed by with many others watching from the windows.
At the end of the street was a bridge that crossed to another island, it was the perfect exit for him. As the car drew near Batman pushed the eject button. The roof opened and he was launched high into the sky. He activated his capes gliding feature and he soared across the sky, he turned himself around in the air heading back to the area with the bar.
He aimed himself downwards as he spotted a fairly safe roof that was opposite of the bar. Plenty of places to hide. He pulled back as he neared the roof to slow down before sliding a little on his feet as he landed. Batman stood there for a moment before taking a long deep breath. "Okay, night one of Batman over. Good job Dick ... Good job"
Batman walked over the roof entrance and turned to the concrete wall that made up the entrance structure. He leaned against it gently and took a few minutes to relax before walking over to the edge and hopping onto the roof ledge crouching down. He pressed his hands to his visor tuning into the NYPD communications.
"Hey can anyone 10-7 that bat freak?"
"10-4 units have lost visual. The car is gone. No one has sited it since it took the choppers lights out."
"Wait seriously no one? That car looks like it costs more than all our yearly pay times like, 30!"
"Negative, as we said earlier, the car is gone and so is Bat guy. We're getting a lot of false calls as well, to many to filter through."
"It's BATMAN ... Batguy ... the nerve of these people." Batman made a dismissive sound of annoyance.
"Well damn... alright screw it 10-4 resuming patrol will keep a eye out for any 10-V"
Batman clicked it off. Seems they were getting to much misinformation about him to keep pursuing him after he had escaped. He smirked and looked around speaking softly. "Hmph. you've done good so far Dick now to get home." He started to search the area for the best route to take.
While he scanned the area part of his mind wandered a bit. Had he really done Bruce proud? Would Bruce approve of the methods he had used? How would Tim and Damian react? How would Barbara ... or Zatanna feel about his first night out.
As he kept thinking he felt himself getting sad. Trapped in a new world, stuck with no way to get home. He knew no one and he was all alone right now. Batman mentally slapped himself and regained his sense. Now was not the time to feel depressed. He needed to focus and get home without causing to much attention. He returned to planning his route using a satellite up-link in his gauntlet to view the city streets.
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Nightstar
| Landscaper / Window Washer
| DC
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Post by Mar'i Grayson on Jul 18, 2016 11:58:05 GMT -5
The cash they owed was thrown down on the table, as Mar'i gathered her cardigan over her arm. She dashed out, only glancing back once to see that Damian was following quickly behind.
They were out on the street, and the first thing she noted was the sound of sirens nearby. "We may not have to," she answered absently as her head turned toward the sounds.
The police cars, a good number of them, were driving by. Mar'i subtly drew closer to Damian, turning her face toward his shoulder as they came near where they stood at the curb. It was an unnecessary precaution, but all the same she felt safer with it. They passed, but there was no Batmobile in sight.
It couldn't have been coincidental that so many police cars had passed just after the news cast. It must have meant that Batman had gotten away, and of course he would, he's Batman. Mar'i smirked as she peered over Damian's profile to watch the cars leave. She had nothing against the police; her father was an officer of law too, but she did have a problem with this universe's authorities. She was happy to see them duped.
Now, where would Batman be? Parked in an alleyway? Or...
She lifted her shades up just over her eyes, risking it to see far off in the distance where the rooftops were. In the dark, he would be hard to spot, hunched over like a gargoyle in the night, but she had Tamaranean eyes and they could see much better than human eyes.
"There," she said and lowered her shades. Mar'i didn't wait to see if Damian spotted their dark knight too; she rushed across the street.
Stopping at the side of the building she spotted him at, she looked left and right to see if anyone was around. She smirked toward Damian.
"See you at the top," and before any protest she was off the ground shooting up like a blur toward the edge of the roof. Proud boys who made a huff at being carried could find their own way, using the stairs or something slow like that.
She touched down on the rooftop, not making much noise in the landing despite the speed. That was the level of control the youngest flying Grayson could manage, and more.
They were a rooftop apart, and Mar'i confidently walked over, not caring if she was noticed before or after she announced herself. Not everyone had to act like a silent ninja. "Looks like this hodge-podge universe has gained a Batman," she said pleasantly as she approached.
She lifted her shades up, revealing her distinct eyes. "But are you my Batman?"
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Nightwing
| Mercenary
| The Regime
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Post by Damian Wayne on Jul 20, 2016 20:42:03 GMT -5
Damian watched the police passed with a bland expression on his face. This universe's authorities were only impressive as so much in their dogged pursuit of anyone remotely different from them. He waited with Mar'i as they swarmed past, his eyes trying to follow the direction she'd indicated, before she ran from him again.
He chased after her again, slowing to a stop just as she rocketed up to the rooftops. The young man made a face before glancing to see if anyone else was nearby. The roar of the police driving past had caught most of the attention. That didn't mean it had been worth the risk. Grumbling to himself in Arabic the young man jogged down the alleyway. It was empty. Good. Which meant people were less likely to see him. He put up his hood anyway.
The former Boy Wonder might not have had any of his gear on him, but he didn't really need it. Even if it made his life easier. Damian sped up, his jog blasting into a full blown sprint, as he veered towards a wall. He used momentum to propel him up. He jumped off the ground, hit the brickwork with his feet, and pushed himself back across the narrow alleyway like an acrobat.
Strong hands latched onto a windowsill and he used it to haul himself up. Then he reached for the next. Two windowsills later, and some not-so-subtle apartment scrutinizing, and Damian was eye-level with the nearest fire escape. He left the sills to climb onto it, scowling at the soft metal rumble it made as it took his weight.
The rest of the climb wasn't terribly noteworthy as Damian took the stairs.
He popped up behind Mar'i, moving quietly up onto the rooftops, and ninjaing his way closer. Damian did have to act like a silent ninja. It had been beaten into him as a child, and only encouraged throughout adolescence. As he moved closer to Dick and Mar'i he pulled a knife that had been hidden in his clothing. His fist was tight around it, to hide the shaking, and his knuckles were as white as his eyes were hard.
"Hands where I can see them. I know the weaknesses in that suit," Damian warned the Batman with a, "TT" that only belonged to one member of the Batfamily. |
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Nightwing//Batman
| Vigilante
| The Bat-Family
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Post by Dick Grayson on Jul 28, 2016 4:03:53 GMT -5
Batman sat looking at his civilian phone scanning the news and blog websites looking out for news about him. After all, he sort of wanted to make a bang during his return to crime fighting. He didn't want to start as Bruce did. A myth, he wanted to appear real to the people of New York. Someone they could actually look up too and feel safe about believing in.
Batman put his phone away as he felt like someone was watching him and he turned to see a very pretty girl literally fly up and land on the roof he was hiding out on. Batman pulled out a batarang ready to react but keeping it hidden from the woman. She spoke as she approached.
"Looks like this hodge-podge universe has gained a Batman," she said pleasantly as she approached.
Batman tensed a bit, he didn't know who they were but they seemed to know him. Perhaps she was a member of a foreign JLA section. And then she pulled down her glasses and revealed her green eyes.
"But, are you my Batman?"
Batman tensed up and he looked at her eyes. She was like Kory a Tamaranean. "What's a Tamaranean doing here? I've never met you before ... did you get pulled into this new world too?" He looked at her batarang still hidden away.
"And to be honest I'm pretty new to this permanent Batman thing so ... I doubt it Ms...?" His voice trailed off a he waited for a response.
Then his ears picked up the faintest sound of someone approaching him and the Batarang slide between his figner and he spun ready to throw it. He stopped himself at the sight of the knife in the mans hands and he straighten himself up.
"Hands where I can see them. I know the weaknesses in that suit," The man said with a "TT." Sound the Dick recognized almost at once.
"Okay, one then you know this suit better than I do, last time I wore this get up it was a lot different ... hell the day before I got here I was Nightwing... And two, hell no." He said looking away a hint of bitterness in his voice. He didn't want to be Batman. Dick wanted to be Nightwing.
He turned to look at the man again. The way he held himself, the way he was holding the knife was all too familiar. And then it hit him. Alternate universe, the girl asking if he was HER Batman. Could this be an alternate Damian? It was too early to judge, but Dick had dealt with situations like this before.
"Who are you two?" Batman spoke his tone a lot more serious as he stared at the man his eyes narrowing dramatically in the cowl.
If this was Damian hopefully they could work together and figure out what the hell is going on. And why Damian would pull a knife on Batman? Batman still held the Batarang in his hand. Damian might be good, but Dick could still probably take him.
Tag: Damian Wayne Mar'i Grayson This feels like a dramatic episode of a long running TV series. Also is my text color too dark? On one screen it's clear, but on the other it's to dark. [/div] |
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Nightstar
| Landscaper / Window Washer
| DC
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Post by Mar'i Grayson on Aug 2, 2016 19:03:35 GMT -5
Mar'i's eyes widened when he mentioned he used to be Nightwing. He didn't sound like Bruce at all; he had a smoother tenor compared to the older man's gravelly baritone. He was asking who they were, but before Mar'i answered that, she just had to ask:
"I'm sorry are you... Dick Grayson?"
It was hard to tell with the cowl, but he didn't seem to have enough wrinkles to be her dad! Okay, he didn't look that old for his age, but that jaw and mouth still had a youthful softness to it that her forty year old father had outgrown. In any case, the idea of meeting her dad in a batcostume, here, was wild. Her dad wouldn't wear it. That must mean, if he really was who she thought he was, that this was some alternate version of her dear dad.
Mar'i looked at Damian and laughed. "Golly, how do I explain..?" she mused, all too entertained by the dilemma. How to explain that she was Dick Grayson's daughter.
"You first~" she offered. It interested her to see if Damian was recognized, and if he'd mentioned how he currently held the Nightwing mantle.
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Nightwing
| Mercenary
| The Regime
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Post by Damian Wayne on Aug 2, 2016 19:55:25 GMT -5
Damian knew that voice. The knife clattered to the rooftop and Damian stared blankly at his open hand before his eyes slid back to Dick. "Richard?" the young man asked in a vulnerable moment his voice an uncharacteristic, and embarrassing, crackling squeak. He looked as if he'd just seen a ghost, and he had technically, but he should have recognized the familiar bat-suit that had shadowed his first months as Robin. Damian was suddenly overwhelmed with the idiotic desire to hug his former mentor. He choked it down, because it was stupid, and picked up his knife instead.
"I mistook you for Father," he explained as the knife vanished back onto his person again. That didn't explain why he was suddenly all about pulling knives on Bruce Wayne but he hoped it would ease the tension. But he still was one of their father's, and Mar'i picked up on it almost as quickly as he did. As though she'd never seen her own father's batsuit. His gaze slid from father to daughter as she tried to figure out how to explain who he was.
When she deferred to Damian he nodded and took a step forward. "I was your Robin," the former Boy Wonder informed Dick, a smirk visible under the shadow of his hood. "Now I'm Nightwing. That seems to be the pattern, TT, you invent the identity and I perfect it." the younger man sounded smug. It was something he'd said to Dick before. When he was a child.
"It's good to see you, Richard," the man admitted, "but you should probably sit down for this: You're pregnant." he gestured over at Mar'i loosely, and it was obvious who'd taught him his sense of humor. "It's a girl." |
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Nightwing//Batman
| Vigilante
| The Bat-Family
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Post by Dick Grayson on Aug 17, 2016 1:13:03 GMT -5
Batman took a moment to soak everything in. So, this was Damian. A different Damian, but a Damian none the less. Batman released some of the tension that had built up and he relaxed. He was glad to see Damian after all the last time he hand seen the kid was when he had a bullet hole through his chest courtesy of Jason Todd. The girl had asked if he was Dick Grayson and Damian had all but ripped off his mask to show her who he truly was. Who was she!? How did she know who he was? He had a select few people who knew about this true name and ever since he moved here he'd been using a false name. "Damian... it's good to see you. But, who is sh-" He stopped as Damian started to speak and his eyes got wider and his mouth dropped open a little in a comical, but very taken aback display. "It's good to see you, Richard," the man admitted, "but you should probably sit down for this: You're pregnant." he gestured over at Mar'i loosely, and it was obvious who'd taught him his sense of humor. "It's a girl."
"Wait, wait... if... if I'm getting this right then your mother is..." He felt a faint wave of regret and anger roll through him making his stomach erupt into nervous butterflies. He took a moment to calm them down before letting out a stressed sigh. How was he supposed to tell her that him and Kory were so far from a couple anymore!? The cowl was hot and a quick scan made sure no one could see them. He pulled the cowl off the night air hitting him with a welcome breeze. He kept his eyes closed for a moment before turning his head to look at them with his real eyes.  "Yes, I am Dick Grayson. I was taken from my world on the night you.." He pointed to Damian. "were shot by Jason Todd. I'm not sure if that happened on your world but you survived on mine. Bruce is... well, Bruce is gone. He was killed by Darkseid. Hence why I'm wearing this damned thing." He lifts up the cowl in his hand. "I have an apartment on 22th and Sullivan Drive. If you want to talk in a more private location." He offered. He wanted to know their story as well because right now, Dick was freaking the hell out! [/div] |
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Nightstar
| Landscaper / Window Washer
| DC
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Post by Mar'i Grayson on Aug 20, 2016 23:04:41 GMT -5
Seeing Damian light up and even jest had her smiling fondly up at him. It warmed her heart to see him like an excited boy, looking up to his mentor. From what little she knew of Damian's past she knew he was attached to Dick Grayson. To lose him must have been very difficult on him. For all the complications being thrust in a new reality gave, there were some amazing possibilities.
Dick recognized Damian, but when it came to putting attention on her the reception was not quite as warm. It was rather easy to figure out who her mother was, what with the distinctive eyes and all, but therein was the fault. Mar'i was taken aback by the anger she registered.
"You'd think Kory was Deathstroke," she murmured next to Damian, making light of Dick's reaction.
When the man mentioned Bruce's death, it was something Mar'i couldn't make light of. Her eyes widened slightly at the thought of her beloved grandfather dead, and it made sense to her now why this version of her father had taken up the mantle when it seemed so much like him to avoid the shadow of the Bat. She didn't even want to think that, were her father put in that same position, he would do the same out of familial obligation.
This time, as she turned her attention back to Damian it was more out of quiet concern for him. She knew he had a damaged relationship with his father, but hearing he was dead? She didn't know the details of their history, and that maybe Damian had seen the return of Bruce before everything went awry. All she knew was that Bruce was a difficult topic for him, so she slipped her arm into his and nuzzled tenderly at his side.
"That's a good idea," she said in reply to Dick's suggestion, looking up at Damian with loving eyes. It didn't take the World's Greatest Detective to piece out that Mar'i was intimate with the young Wayne. She was about as subtle as Kory had been with Dick.
"You boys have a lot of catching up to do," she grinned, amusing herself with that statement.
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Post by Damian Wayne on Aug 24, 2016 20:58:48 GMT -5
"TT," the man looked amused at Mar'i's comparison, but Dick's reaction was kind of alarming. He'd have expected the man to be doing cartwheels reunited with his daughter or, at the very least, he'd be somewhat amicable. A long suffering sigh wasn't something Damian really equated with the only giggling Batman he'd ever known. Especially during social situations. But, then, Damian had never really been old enough while Dick was still alive to be let into the mystifying secrets of his tumultuous love life.
The removal of that familiar cowl made it obvious that it was the Dick Grayson who'd mentored him as a child. Damian quietly delighted in that familiar face he'd missed for the past five years. Ever since the man's death, Dick had been a focal point in Damian's mind. He'd often wonder what Grayson would suggest he do, or what he'd say about certain things. Now that he actually had the opportunity to ask him, none of those questions came to mind. Of course.
Damian winced slightly at the memory of that night as Dick explained it, and leaned subtly against Mar'i as she came to comfort him. There was no love lost between the two Wayne men, but he might have been sad to hear his sire was dead if the man was actually dead. Nobody in this blasted farce of a family seemed to stay dead. Except Dick. Damn him.
"I survived also, obviously," Damian drawled with a quirk of his lips. He had the scars to prove it, something Mar'i could verify, but Dick probably wouldn't doubt him enough to want to see. The oldest of his father's charity cases had always been the most trusting. "Spoilers: Dad's not dead, either. Though we'd probably have been better off if he had been and stayed that way." Damian informed him harshly.
"Mar'i's right," he decided, glancing down at her warmly despite being far more restrained than any Grayson ever was. "Lead the way," he gestured for Dick to go first. After all, it'd be less effort if the man deactivated his own security measures...assuming he had put up security measures like a proper Batman.
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Post by Dick Grayson on Sept 5, 2016 7:08:49 GMT -5
Dick stared at Damian in disbelief. The way he talked about Bruce. it took him aback and he cleared his throat. "Bruce gave up his life to save the world Damian! He might have survived on your earth! But on mine, no he didn't. Even Tim was in denial..." He felt an odd rage inside himself and he turned away from Damian. His voice trailed off a bit, the wound was still fresh in Dick's mind after all. This was his first real night as Batman. He sighed softly as Mar'i spoke about the boys having a lot of catching up to do. He nodded at her. "And, sorry... if our introduction was a bit... underwhelming. It's... well there is a lot to explain. Also. never got your name." He mentioned. He at least needed to know his daughter's name. Dick took a moment to gather his thoughts. A new world, a different, still kind a jerk Damian, and he had a daughter. Yea, still kind of freaking out. However, he could indeed think more clearly. "If you guys are gonna follow me, you should probably try n hide who you are. Maybe grab one of these shirts and make a makeshift mask." He suggested shrugging a bit. He did think it was a good idea after all the media as still abuzz about the new shiny hero in town. He looked at Damian and smirked. He still might be a little ticked off at his lil bro from another Earth, but he really couldn't judge him on his feeling towards Bruce yet. Dick himself had gone through a few years of burning disdain for his former mentor. "Think you can keep up? I mean you are Nightwing now, and as much as I approve of the idea of you taking my mantle up I gotta see if you are good enough!" He spoke in a teasing tone to his former Robin. Turning to Mar'i again he pulled up his mask. "Flying might not be the best option so hovering close to the roof tops is our best bet. We're about 15 minutes run from my place so let's get to it!" He smiled under the cowl and tosses Damian a spare grapple gun. Batman turned from his new companions and leaped from the roof as Batman, Nightwing and Bat-Daughter (will need a better code name later) took to the night. ----------------------------------------------------------------- After a nice run, Dick and his group arrived at his apartment building. He lifted up his grapple gun and aimed it at the location of his balcony. He was on the 22nd floor and he took a moment judging the distance and wind. The rain itself would also cause an issue. Once comfortable Dick fired his grapple gun. "Might wanna hold her on the way up Damian. Flying here might draw attention."He pulled himself up towards his apartment and grabbed onto the ledge. Pulling himself up Dick pulled off the cowl and went inside. He tosses the cowl onto the couch and pulled off his gauntlets. Man, it was nice to be out of that wet hot suit.  His apartment was decent and most would consider it luxury, he wasn't super rich, but he didn't really want for much after all the Bank he worked at paid him a pretty penny. "Umm make yourselves at home you two... soda or coffee, maybe a beer?" He offered them. Something felt very off about offering Damian Wayne a beer. Not five months ago Damian was a young kid breaking out into his teens. Not to mention his newly found daughter. Dick opened his fridge grabbing a Cola from the top shelf and opened it. He took a sip and placed it on the counter moving to put the kettle on the stove in case they did want tea. He walked back to the living room area and sat down in an armchair. "So... now that we're in private, what's your guys story?"Tag: Damian Wayne Mar'i Grayson Hope going to the apartment was okay. Also I hope you don't mind being called Bat-Daughter Q_Q Since he doesn't know Mari's name [/div] |
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Post by Mar'i Grayson on Sept 30, 2016 8:52:13 GMT -5
Maybe she was just missing her father, after years of his absense in her life, but she couldn't bring herself to be annoyed with the version of him in front of her. There was enough familiarity that had her heart squeezing in regret as memories of a harder time came up. The motherless daughter was no stranger to a grieving Dick Grayson.
"Mar'i," she answered, like his mother's name, "and it's fine. I understand."
Maybe Damian would understand too, and take the denial of Bruce's return in stride, but for now, they had to play follow-the-leader with Batman all the way home and there were some unexpected costumes involved. Make-shift masks? She would stick to her shades, but she did follow the advice about hovering close to the rooftops.
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When they arrived a the apartment building, Mar'i was immediately envious. It looked nice from the outside, unlike the rat-hole of a building they called their home. Those thoughts were distracted when she overheard Dick's suggestion. She wanted to know how grappling would be less suspicious than simply flying up. "Or we can just go in through the front and ring you up once you're inside, but you know, by all means," she said as she wrapped her arms around Damian and floated in such a way that she was both weightless and just begging to be held like a princess, "carry me in Damian~"
Once they were inside, one way or the other, she was reminded to be really envious again. Compared to the lifestyle she had back in her universe it wasn't anything grand, but compared to this universe it was downright luxury living. It was clean! It smelled nice! There was no sticky wallpaper; no questionable stains, and she bet his plumbing didn't break down on a weekly basis. She glanced at Damian as if imploring her to tell her why they weren't living like this, and to see if he was just as annoyed that they were bested by her father in managing resources.
"You've settled in pretty well," she complimented while masking her personal feelings of incompetence. "I'm fine, thanks," she declined politely and let Damian answer for himself before she got into their story.
"We happened to meet by chance, actually," she began as she sat cozying up to him on the couch across from the armchair. "We ended up in the same alleyway when we came to this universe. At first, we were confused because our version of events was completely off," she said and glanced up at Damian with a smile. She thought he was crazy; well, sometimes she still thought it, but it was often in a more endearing way than genuinely considering brain-damage. "Since then we've stuck together and done what we can to survive with no money, no resources..." Which they had now, sort of. "...And no clue how to get back to where we came from," which was still accurate.
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Post by Damian Wayne on Oct 3, 2016 21:20:19 GMT -5
Oh ew he was agreeing with Tim.
Damian made a face, not sure whether he was annoyed because Dick was being an idiot, or because, for once in his life, he found himself agreeing with Tim. He glanced sidelong at Mar'i and decided it was both. Agreeing with Tim left a cold feeling, like slug slime, sliding across his gut. Dick's harsh denial of reality that was...well, that was much more par for the course. "TT," the younger man clicked with a roll of his eyes. "I'd forgotten how much of an idiot you were," he grumbled under his breath.
The idiocy that Damian had apparently forgotten about was suggesting that he and Mar'i tie shirts to their faces to hide their identities. The deadpan glare on the younger man's face was genuine. It took considerable effort not to palm his own face. Dick must have sensed the growing ire in his former student, because he tried to diffuse the situation with a challenge. Damian rose to it. He always did. "Of course I can," the ninja informed his former mentor sharply. "I am the superior Nightwing."
Damian caught the grapple gun, even if he didn't think he really needed it, and shot Mar'i an apologetic glance before racing after Dick desperate to prove himself.
When they arrived at his apartment the younger man's sharp eyes instinctual searched for any weaknesses as Dick said more stupid things. He shared a glance towards Mar'i as she suggested a much more logical course of action, but it wasn't as if he was going to complain about the chance to hold her close. When she floated by him he pulled her towards him, and settled her easily in his arms. "Does that count as his blessing?" he asked her with a smirk. His blue eyes laughed even if the rest of his countenance looked rather serious as he shot up after Dick.
The inside of the apartment was nice. Not what they were used to, of course, but a far cry from the place he and Mar'i shared. The smell of the place, which was probably just Dick, reminded the younger man of his childhood in a way that caught him completely off guard. Still, Damian noticed his roommate's pointed look and shrugged with a perplexed one of his own. He had been the better businessman. Not Dick. That his old mentor had managed this well was surprising. Unless, of course, he'd managed to get most of this by laying on thick that Grayson charm.
"TT," Damian's upper lip curled into a sneer at the question of refreshments. It seemed Dick did remember him fairly well, though, as the older man moved to put a kettle on the stove. Damian, appeased, sat down on the couch as though he owned it. Mar'i joined him, and he wrapped a smug arm around her shoulders smirking at Dick across from them as she explained. He shifted when she finished, that smirk dropping into a scowl.
"Don't look at us like that," he snapped at his old mentor, shoulders tightening as he puffed up slightly. "We're managing just fine."
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