A bit of old-fashioned romance
Disclaimer: Nightwing, Oracle, Gotham et al belong to DC, but I don't mind sharing. The chocolate belongs to Cadbury's.
Nightwing leaps into space, is silhouetted briefly against the pale moon, then vanishes again into darkness. His jumpline shoots out, wrapping firmly around the head of a leering gargoyle, and he swings across the street. His boots touch the roof surface for a moment, as his body spins in an evermore complex series of flips and somersaults.
The streets of Gotham are far below; the cars are busy fireflies creeping along the roads. Down there it is busy, all hustle and bustle, but up here it is quiet, only the sound of the wind in his ears.
He lets himself fall from the top of the building, and rides the wind. Plummeting past gleaming windows, he waits until the last moment before throwing out his line. Perfectly timed, it pulls him from his dive, and he flies outwards, the streets a blur beneath.
He lands beside the large clock that gives the building its name. The time for stealth has arrived. His feet make no sound, and his blue-and- black costume blends with the shadows. He slinks over to the window and slides it open noiselessly. Slipping in, he sees the Oracle working at her keyboard. Her red hair glows in the dim light from the computer screens.
He pulls out the large flat box that he has carried all the way and leaves it on the small table. Still unnoticed, he exits through the window, pulls it shut, and flies off again into the night.
And all because the lady loves Milk Tray.
End.
Explanation: okay, here's for all you who haven't seen the ad, or haven't even heard of Milk Tray. There's a box of choccies from Cadbury's called Milk Tray (and, ooh, they are tasty!). This fic is kinda based on the advert, but in Nightwing way (obviously).
Disclaimer: Nightwing, Oracle, Gotham et al belong to DC, but I don't mind sharing. The chocolate belongs to Cadbury's.
Nightwing leaps into space, is silhouetted briefly against the pale moon, then vanishes again into darkness. His jumpline shoots out, wrapping firmly around the head of a leering gargoyle, and he swings across the street. His boots touch the roof surface for a moment, as his body spins in an evermore complex series of flips and somersaults.
The streets of Gotham are far below; the cars are busy fireflies creeping along the roads. Down there it is busy, all hustle and bustle, but up here it is quiet, only the sound of the wind in his ears.
He lets himself fall from the top of the building, and rides the wind. Plummeting past gleaming windows, he waits until the last moment before throwing out his line. Perfectly timed, it pulls him from his dive, and he flies outwards, the streets a blur beneath.
He lands beside the large clock that gives the building its name. The time for stealth has arrived. His feet make no sound, and his blue-and- black costume blends with the shadows. He slinks over to the window and slides it open noiselessly. Slipping in, he sees the Oracle working at her keyboard. Her red hair glows in the dim light from the computer screens.
He pulls out the large flat box that he has carried all the way and leaves it on the small table. Still unnoticed, he exits through the window, pulls it shut, and flies off again into the night.
And all because the lady loves Milk Tray.
End.
Explanation: okay, here's for all you who haven't seen the ad, or haven't even heard of Milk Tray. There's a box of choccies from Cadbury's called Milk Tray (and, ooh, they are tasty!). This fic is kinda based on the advert, but in Nightwing way (obviously).