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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 6:34:56 GMT
Tag: Nightwing
Date: December 1th, 2017
Time: 1:00 am
Location: Bludhaven, Dick's Apartment It seemed tonight was going to be another fruitful evening as the young man looked out the window. Down below the people when about their lives in this god forsaken city. A puzzle even the great Riddler would never be albe to solve. Why do people still live here? Much like Gotham Blüdhaven was but a stepping stone from becoming it big sister city. With everything from criminal masterminds to monster/mutants attack to ever the occasionally alien invaders most would have packed up long ago. The only think Jason could think of was that most couldn't or maybe even victims of Stockholm syndrome. That maybe this was just how it was meant to be to them. Or worst yet they truly believed that one man in a cape could save them all. Well, a man and a group of kids in capes. True as to date the big bad Bat has been there each and every time a baddie had shown it faces only to knock them down, but then what? Only for them to heal up and come right back for another round. This endless cycle was what Jason had returned to this cesspool of cities to fix. His first step was to gain a foothold in the underworld of Gotham. A task that had proven to far earlier than he had thought. Beat a few underbosses and kill their boss and people quickly learn to shut their mouths and follow orders. However, fighting an army of arms thugs and punk would be the easy part compared to what he had planned for this night. It was now time he met up with his big brother. Old Dickie had come far since the last the two met even going so far as to take this city under his "wing" of protection. " So the little birdie grow into some dark wings? Wonder just how dark I can paint them tonight." Jason said to himself. Moving away from the window as he walked around the humble loft apartment taking note of his big brother new life. Getting in was easy enough if you knew the tricks and stealth were something the League of Shadow taught very well. Jason made sure to keep a distance from anything too suspicious. The last thing he needed was to set off any of Nightwind alarms and get himself shocked, blown up, or whatever their father company could dream up for security. Still he did allow himself to be a bit sloppy, after all he needed Dickie to know someone was here and that they wanted him to know. Besides for a combat knife and a hand full of other goodies Jason came tonight mostly unarmed. This wasn't a meeting of blood, but only one of talking. At least that was the plan. Still there was a lot to talk about and a lot of angry words to be said too. Dressed in his Red Hood attire Jason sat in a chair at a table with his helmet on the table facing himself. Silents were his friend now as he sat in the dark waiting and listening. Listening for any movement, any clue at all for the man he was waiting for. At long last he heard it! It was faint and small, but it was what the signal his needed. With a smile, Jason spoke into the darkness. " Welcome, home Dickie. It has been a loooooong time......Big brother!" ((OOC: Let me know if the time and date are wrong or not. Still kinda new to that. lol)) |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 16:12:48 GMT
(OOC: Looks good to me)
Dick had spent the night out as Nightwing. Sure, he had rejoined the team, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to go out and deal with crime where he found it. Of course, that was his life as an outcast, as a solo crime fighter. He did both now, but he also kept coming back to the team and doing missions with them. It was good to be back like this, but he was also too used to going solo. He'd have to get rid of those tendencies, or dial them back if nothing else.
When Dick had finished for the night, and had dealt with two corrupt cops and some gang members they were working with, he returned to his apartment. He dropped onto the rooftop of his building and then slipped in through his window since he was still clad in his Nightwing suit. Once he was inside he realized something was wrong, and when he heard someone's voice, he confirmed it.
In an instant his dual sticks were to hand as he stepped farther into the apartment, looking to the source of the sound in the darkness. "Who are you?" Nightwing growled. He probably didn't need to keep his facade up, since this person clearly knew who he was, but Dick didn't know. How did someone know his identity? Was this a test from Bruce maybe? What was going on here? As he walked a little farther inside and his eyes adjusted to the dark, he saw the man, and his red bat emblem.
"Jason?" Dick questioned, lowering his weapons, "But...but...no! You're dead! The dead...the dead don't get to come back..."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2015 17:07:54 GMT
So it begins Jason though as he heard the growling from the other side of the apartment. He never understood the whole growling thing to hide one voice that Bruce came up with years ago. It just made you sound like a fool. Still that not the point of the night. Standing up Jason opens his arm as if offering a hug as he grins at Dick from the table. "Jason?" He asked in a mocking tone. "Did the old man let another one die that I'm unaware of?" It would seem the rumor he heard of Dick just might be true.
If you know what to ask and how to read the answer there end to what you can learn. For some time now Nightwing had returned to the solo act, but not so quickly have he returned to their glorified child army. "And... You're not wrong brother!" Jason said as waved his hand over the table before sitting again himself. "But offend the dead isn't given a choice as to what we want." A truer statement ever been told. As in death, Jason didn't remember a thing, didn't feel a thing. For him it was... peace. But it seems Wally's death had hit him hard. Even Jason was a bit sad when he learned of this passing. Given he wasn't on the Team for long, when he was Wally was one of the few to greet him as a friend.
"Now sit, or stand if you like. We have a lot to talk about tonight Dickie." He said with a smile. "And before you ask no! None of the others knows I'm alive yet, and for the time I want to keep it that way." This plan wasn't set just yet for Bruce to know as he knew he would just try and stop him. Still this night was an even greater risk, but at the same time a risk for a potential ally.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 12, 2015 15:35:18 GMT
Dick had put up a growl because this was his home, and he needed to potentially try to hide his identity and see if he could bluff his way out of that being his identity. But clearly Jason knew who he was, so he didn't need to keep it up. He walked closer, keeping his hands low, ready to grab his sticks if he needed them. "Jason...he didn't let you die...he tried to save you!"
He was arguing with a man who was dead. His successor. An old friend. Why was he here? How was he alive again? And...and could Wally come back? "The living aren't often given a choice either," he told Jason, "Do you think people choose the horrors that come into their lives? They have an illusion of choice, but they can't always carry it out." He paused, then he spoke up again, "But we can rectify things for others...we can rectify things for you."
None of the others knew? Dick wasn't sure if he'd actually tell anyone. It all depended on how this conversation went with Jason. If Jason turned out to be dangerous, he'd tell the others, but if this was peaceful, he might let Jason do as he pleased. "I'll stand."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2015 19:19:40 GMT
For the first time in what Jason could remember he felt sadness instead of anger. "Dick..." He paused thinking. "I'm not mad that I died. I know he tried to save me. I really do. But!" Once more he felt the anger over power him as he slammed his fist on the table. "Why is he still alive!? Why is that bastard clown Still out there?!" He growled as he stood up knocking his chair back. "If it had been Bruce or you I would have done what was needed." He said looking straight into Dick eyes for the first time. However, the fire in his would slowly die away a he grinned.
"And don't give me this We don't have a choice bull, Big Brother." He said as he walked around the table. "We didn't have to become Robin. To join this never ending life that the Old Man has built for himself. We could have walked away at any time. And I did, only I was in a body bag." Now at last the point of this visit was here. Crossing his arms stop old a few feet from dick before talking once more. "The reason I'm here is because for the first time someone made the choice for me and gave me a second chance at life. As well as open my eyes, Dick." It was the only good he could think of since being bought back to life. It was that Ghul has given him a second chance at making this a better world as well as giving him the training he needed. "What we did, what you all are still doing isn't going to change anything. It hasn't changed anything. But I mean too." He said as he smiled. "And I'm going to start with the man who did this to me. I'm going to kill The Joker!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2015 1:56:35 GMT
He knew the circumstances around Jason's death, of course. He had been angry with Bruce, a part of him wanted Bruce to kill the Joker as well, and a part of him wanted to go after the Joker himself. He'd fought the Joker before as Robin, but now he was more well trained, and he was ready to try again. He didn't know what he'd have done, but he knew the feeling, he knew what he wanted to do to that bastard. "I don't know why he's still out there," Dick told him, "But this isn't the way Bruce taught us! But...but I'd have been tempted to go after him too...I have been tempted...to try to avenge you." he said as his voice dropped, unsure of himself.
"No, we didn't need to take up the offer, we didn't need to become Robin, but we became part of something greater. And we knew the risks, even if we were young." That was no excuse though, harsh reality didn't need to come crashing down on them like this. He remained seated and watched Jason, "And who gave you that choice?" he questioned. He needed some answers, but he had suspicions, just that he wasn't sure about the why of the situation. "You're going after the Joker?" he questioned, rising from his chair, "You're going to try to kill him? Do you think that Bruce will let that go?" he demanded.
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