Who: Nightwing and Kal. What: Round two. Begins the JL round up? Go! When: June 14rh, 2006. Where: the streets. Warnings: um..possibly violence? Rating: high
Don't believe it's hopeless.. The Jedi had told him that. It stuck. It seemed like it was impossible. Good. Terry had done the impossible before. They all had. That's what heroes were supposed to do, when things got rough they weren't supposed to run and hide. They were there to look at the problems in new ways, and he was. As much as he hated to admit it those people on the board were right, he couldn't just wait and hope it would magically right itself. He couldn't just ignore the pain, but it was what he did with that pain that really mattered.
Terry wasn't healed, nowhere near. The drugs weren't even out of his system when he drove the Tumbler through in high gear through the streets in the middle of the night. (even then he was a better driver than Batman.) He wasn't even trying to blend in, he wanted Kal to see him. To draw him out. He knew Kal would recognize the sound of the car with that super sonic hearing of his. This time would be different. This time He was ready. As ready as he could be all things considered.
Reaching down to a small glove box he wrapped his fingers around the steel case that contained his shard of green kryptonite and killed the Tumblers engine. Yes he was just going to sit there and wait, and hope it made Kal mad enough to come out and play.