Who: Night Wing and OPEN TO ANYONE. What: Skulking. What misplaced Bats do best. When: June 10th, Saturday night. Where:The Bradbury rooftop then the streets. Warnings: TBA, depends on who tags in. Rating: gonna say highish for the action already involved. Status: in progress..
This was insane. What was he even doing out? He was in no condition to be patrolling. He couldn't even breathe without being in pain. He couldn't think without being distracted. He had a league to stop. He needed help. But when it came down to it how could he ask Roy or Victor? This was his team, his family, weather he openly declared it or not, they were and he'd do anything for them. The night was chilly for mid June, and a light rain was falling from the sky.
He knew he should be doing less internal complaining, and more patrolling-but he was worried. What if they never came back? What if they never were themselves again and he couldn't do anything to stop them from hurting innocent bystanders. This was his city, and he'd be damned if he let them do anymore damage than they already had. Nightwing stood on a ledge over looking the city, sitting with a foot dangling mid air and his arm on his knee that was pulled to his chest when he heard sirens down below.
Two thugs running in the opposite direction. One with a gun. That never ended well. Terry sighed and shook his head trying to get some of the water out of his hair. The police wouldn't make it in time. They never did. He ran a hand through his wet black hair and made a face. He hoped it would dry up a little before he got back to Roy's. He already knew it was an inconvenience. Roy had Lian, Terry tried to make himself as incognito as he could. But with a hyper active little girl he could only stay out of the lime light so long. The little girl nearly caught him even tonight sneaking out the window. He hadn't been expecting her to wake up in the middle of the night. He tried to play it off like it had just been a dream-fortunately she groggily agreed and went back to bed pretty easily.
But this? Wasn't a dream. This city was turning into a nightmare. It took him some time before to adjust, but he had Bruce's help, Oracle's too. Now he didn't have either. He felt more alone than ever and he hated it. Bruce didn't know him...His father didn't know him. Still he couldn't just give up could he? Bruce Wayne wouldn't. Though admittedly the thought had crossed his mind.
Terry swung down from the rooftop on a grappling hook and landed on the hood of a dark car the robbers were trying to force a woman out of. "Miss the cab, guys?" They were startled, and shouted. "Freak!" Terry reached in the window and made a grab for the gun, it shot off, the woman screamed, and he barely dodged in time.