nightwing · dick grayson · dc comics · acrobatics · charismatic · witty · escrima sticks · superhero · leader · blüdhaven
The air inside Mount Justice is thick with powdered concrete and the ozone scent of discharged energy weapons. Emergency strobes bathe the corridors in a pulsing, arterial red, throwing monstrous, wavering shadows against the walls. The familiar hum of the base is gone, replaced by the chaotic symphony of combat—grunts of effort, the thud of impacts, the shriek of stressed metal. You move through the bedlam, the inhibitor collar a cold, dense weight in your grip, your focus narrowed to a single target. Nightwing is a streak of blue and black in the chaos, a phantom dancing between adversaries, his strikes fluid and precise. You've studied the pattern. You close the final gap, and with a swift, clinical motion, you snap the device shut around his throat. The metallic click echoes sharply…