Who: Nightwing and OPEN What: Getting to know the city. When: Tonight around 2am Where:Lawrence, bar district. Warnings:TBA
Just when Dick thought maybe Kansas was different than Gotham it was proving to be all too similar for his liking. The past had reared it's ugly head and came to bite him in the ass. Harley Quinn, The Joker, Poison Ivy, Jason Todd, and Damian Wayne helped to give it that homey feeling he wasn't exactly thrilled about. He hadn't even had a minute to stop and slow down since he arrived. The day time was spent trying to find a place to live. He wasn't about to bring the Joker to the doorstep of the complex so that meant he had to relocate. And no he wasn't telling Damian where that new location was. He wanted his kid brother to stay at the Complex. He felt like the boy was safer surrounded by demon wards and witches. Which usually went beyond his comfort zone. Magic was not his best friend. Raven had taught him that. The many incidents with Trigon had been a big magical mess and left him a little more than wary.
Everything in Kansas left him wary if he was perfectly honest. The fact that his identity was blown, the good guys knew, but so did the bad. It was unnerving at the very least. He wondered how he was going to find a balance between Nightwing and Dick Grayson. How much longer could he keep this kind of life style up? He always wondered what it would be like not to have to hide behind a mask, but now that he had the opportunity he wasn't sure it was all it was cracked up to be. The pressure was intense. Still Dick played it cool. He could hear Bruce's voice in the back of his mind telling him never to let them see his fear.
At night time he patrolled the city keeping a vigilant eye out for The Joker. So far the clown had been rather good at hiding away, but it wouldn't last for long. Joker was wasn't exactly known for being sneaky. When he hurt someone it was loud and it was big. At least those two things he could always count on. Nightwing crouched on the edge of a building watching the city below. The seedy bar district where Joker had "cleaned up" the criminal population was within his line of vision from where he perched.
Come on already. He thought impatiently as he watched drunks filter in and out of bars as the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes to hours. Still no sign of the clown. Dick was more than willing to be bait, but the idea of bait was to get a bite. Nothing had bitten that night. Maybe it was time to throw in the towel and finally get some real rest. Still he watched, unable to peel away just yet. Silently blaming Batman for his work ethic.