Post by Dick Grayson - Nightwing on May 9, 2011 13:05:30 GMT -5
Gotham night was a bit cool with a spring breezing blowing through the night air. The night was clear and the shadows playing on the streets, cast by the moon's light. Clouds lightly scattered across the night sky hardly blocked the light of the moon. Tonight was a different kind of night. The crime was the same with sirens going off every so often, but a new name was on the streets that was waiting to make itself known.
A line gun fires off in the night, and brings a dark figure to the rooftops. The lone figure had shaggy black hair and was dressed in a full black suit. The figure had no cape or anything like that. No cowl to hide his face fully. The figure in the black suit had flipped onto the building with easy with the help of the line gun. As he walked closer to the edge of the building, there was something unusually about this new costumed figure. The main thing that stood out about the suit was that there was a blue almost a wide v shape that met on the chest of the figure, that stretched down the shoulder to the middle and ring finger on both sides of the suit. The blue symbol was the same on the back of the suit as it was on the front with the wide v shape. The blue symbol shown brightly against the light of the moon, but the black of the suit helped to not bring all that much attention to the figure, had he decided to stay in the shadow.
For the first time in Gotham, there stood Dick Grayson, not as Robin, but as someone else. His sharp blue eyes peering through the eye mask, much like the old one, but with a new shape to it. Still the same black, but with a bluish tint as well. And with this different look, there was a new style to the young man that once stood there as Robin. No longer dressing in the bright colors of the Robin, this new image gave a more serious tone off. His hair once as Robin had been combed back a bit that had been neater was now shaggy and fell freely. Some strands almost long enough to fall in front of his eyes.
There was no longer the need for a utility belt like that of the Batman or Batgirl. He now had hidden compartments on the gullets on his lower arms and on the shins of his boots for the suit. There was this type of compartment on the back of the suit that held two new weapons called Escrima Sticks. The suit was designed that the compartment was not always needed and could be removed if ever the items were not wished to have around.
It felt great to be out on his own now. No name to tie him to any partners. A new identity to test himself and prove that he could be so much more. He no longer stood as Robin on the rooftops of Gotham. He was and is Nightwing. And never again would he go back from where he came from.
Dick looked out across the city. The lights that were one glistened in the distance. The street lights below only giving light to the streets, leaving the alleys hidden in the shadows. Nightwing crouched down for a moment and looked down below at the streets. He was waiting for something to happen. He had left his new sleek costume designed black motorcycle down in the alley way below, hidden in the darkness that surrounded it. At anything he was ready to take off at the first sight of trouble.
After being there for a few moments, Dick could feel that something was different. Not off, but that he wasn't alone any more. There was someone else on the rooftop besides him. Dick stayed where he was. He would allow for the person to come to him, not sensing all that much danger in the new arrival's approach.
A line gun fires off in the night, and brings a dark figure to the rooftops. The lone figure had shaggy black hair and was dressed in a full black suit. The figure had no cape or anything like that. No cowl to hide his face fully. The figure in the black suit had flipped onto the building with easy with the help of the line gun. As he walked closer to the edge of the building, there was something unusually about this new costumed figure. The main thing that stood out about the suit was that there was a blue almost a wide v shape that met on the chest of the figure, that stretched down the shoulder to the middle and ring finger on both sides of the suit. The blue symbol was the same on the back of the suit as it was on the front with the wide v shape. The blue symbol shown brightly against the light of the moon, but the black of the suit helped to not bring all that much attention to the figure, had he decided to stay in the shadow.
For the first time in Gotham, there stood Dick Grayson, not as Robin, but as someone else. His sharp blue eyes peering through the eye mask, much like the old one, but with a new shape to it. Still the same black, but with a bluish tint as well. And with this different look, there was a new style to the young man that once stood there as Robin. No longer dressing in the bright colors of the Robin, this new image gave a more serious tone off. His hair once as Robin had been combed back a bit that had been neater was now shaggy and fell freely. Some strands almost long enough to fall in front of his eyes.
There was no longer the need for a utility belt like that of the Batman or Batgirl. He now had hidden compartments on the gullets on his lower arms and on the shins of his boots for the suit. There was this type of compartment on the back of the suit that held two new weapons called Escrima Sticks. The suit was designed that the compartment was not always needed and could be removed if ever the items were not wished to have around.
It felt great to be out on his own now. No name to tie him to any partners. A new identity to test himself and prove that he could be so much more. He no longer stood as Robin on the rooftops of Gotham. He was and is Nightwing. And never again would he go back from where he came from.
Dick looked out across the city. The lights that were one glistened in the distance. The street lights below only giving light to the streets, leaving the alleys hidden in the shadows. Nightwing crouched down for a moment and looked down below at the streets. He was waiting for something to happen. He had left his new sleek costume designed black motorcycle down in the alley way below, hidden in the darkness that surrounded it. At anything he was ready to take off at the first sight of trouble.
After being there for a few moments, Dick could feel that something was different. Not off, but that he wasn't alone any more. There was someone else on the rooftop besides him. Dick stayed where he was. He would allow for the person to come to him, not sensing all that much danger in the new arrival's approach.
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