Who: Nightwing Where: The home of Dick Grayson and Damian Wayne. The 'Haven, New Jersey When: May 11th Summary: Nightwing arrives home a few hours after this and finds the note left by Talia.
The battle with the Lady Shiva had carried on much longer than Dick had initially expected. By now he assumed he would have been victorious or dead. Nightwing slipped in through the window and winced at the bruised flesh spreading along his ribcage. The fight had been vicious but a necessary learning experience. The next time Lady Shiva invited you to a duel, you passed on the offer. If she really wanted to test his mettle, she would have just jumped him in an alleyway.
As he shut the window behind him, a thought was gnawing at the back of his mind. The fight had to have been a distraction. She didn't say it was but he had pieced together enough during their brief exchange of words to arrive at that conclusion. The first thing he would do was start running a search program for all the recently reported crimes and cross referencing them with any known associates of Shiva's. Then he would hop on the horn to Babs and see if she was up to playing field nurse.
Dick slipped the mask off his face and removed the shirt of his uniform. He crossed to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. As he passed through the dining area he tossed his shirt onto the table. A piece of paper fluttered to the ground, catching Dick's eye. He bent low with a wince and scooped up the communique. What he read took him by surprise. "Oh no."
Damian was gone. Taken by Talia. This was not good. He snagged a hold of his shirt and moved to his communications room. He sat down and got to work securing his communications. He opened a line to Barbara, Bruce and Tim. "Guys. I've got a problem.."