Who: Static, Batman, and Nightwing What: Darkside!Static has free reign, this can't end well. When: Tuesday night. Where: The city streets not far from the hospital Warnings: probable Violence.
That Bat was angering him. Trying to control him. Nobody could control him. Nobody could stop him. Darkside was everything and they would pay. They would all suffer because of the Bat. Anything that happened tonight was going to be on his head. Compassion was cruelty. Those were the words the Clock King taught him. Those were the things the city would see. They didn't know him before, that would all change. By the end of the night the pathetic city would be screaming it. Would be..
"nng.."
Static felt temporarily dizzy as he hovered on his disk above the chaotic streets. Above the mayhem he'd caused. The street lights were out and had caused a small pile up, the lamps on the sidewalk were dark. Houses on that street had been without electricity for more than the ten minutes the rest of the city felt. Static nearly dropped from the sky. "..Where am I?" A hand brushing at his dreads and touching the side of his head to try and steady himself. The drugs that had been forced in his system by the Clock King were thinning for a second. Normally would have been burnt out by now, except they were in his blood stream and it actually had the opposite affect. Heat caused them to activate again as Static kept himself from falling.