The League was good. No, scratch that. The League was excellent. In all his years working with Bruce and the Titans, Nightwing had never encountered a more organized or committed group of crazies. Brother Blood's Church of Blood was the next best thing but even they paled in comparison to the scope and power of the League of Assassins. It had been a hellish couple of days and the constant ambush attacks and false leads were starting to take their toll. The experience and constant physical exertion had left Nightwing feeling strung out and punchy. A fact that could cost him his life so late in Talia's twisted little game.
The approach in to Tokyo had been spent reviewing information forwarded to him by Oracle. He had narrowed down the possible choices to the Tokyo Sky Tree. The facts thus far had been leading Nightwing all over Europe and Asia until he was left with no other choice but to listen to his gut instinct. His gut lead him to the sight of the soon-to-be tallest building in Japan. It made sense strategically. It was one of the tallest structures in the area, affording them a great view of the surrounding area and it would be deserted at night because it was still under construction. The light sensitive material of his uniform reacted in the bright lights of Tokyo and grew dark as he mounted the closest building.
The grappling hook found purchase as he sailed high over the street below. Nightwing hurled several wing-dings to weaken the one of the triangular windows. He burst through with a crash and his hands snagged the white support beams to keep him from falling to the floor far below. The starlite lenses in his mask protected his eyes from the spotlights glaring up at the building and allowed him to see with surprising clarity. Nightwing slipped into the shadows without a sound and prepared himself for yet another game of tag with Talia's thugs.