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Chapter 1 Strike
"You know what Batman, I quit being Robin, I'll take on another alter ego, protect a city of my own"
That was five years ago. Nightwing was eighteen. Now he lives in Blüdhaven, New Jersey, a city fifteen miles south of Gotham City, New York. Now that really doesn't matter. Nightwing has gotten lonely after these five years. All he has is a butler at Greyson Hall whom he saw only during daytime. He needed someone for all times. He has a suit back when he first became Robin that he never used. It looks like his suit now except it is red without indents and curves around the back with a grey cape. The only problem was it was build for a nine year old, yeah when they grew he could always make new ones but he wanted the original one used.
He continued to Perch on the gargoyle. "Nothing is happening that's strange and unusual." He mumbled to himself. Just then he heard a gunshot near Blüdhaven elementary. "Jacques get a reading of that gunshot" he said in his ear com. "yes master" a French accented person replied. Nightwing jumped off the gargoyle and glided towards the sound. He grappled up to the top of the school. "No, please no, I just came to get my sons backpack!" a woman's voice cried out. "Quiet lady" a man's voice said. "Ya know when a man robbed a woman in ancient Egypt they had to marry, you don't want that, now do ya?" Nightwing chimed in. "Whatta you doin' 'ere!" the man said. Nightwing grabbed the gun out of his hand and knocked him out. He walked over to the woman. "Are you ok Ms?" He asked. "Veno and yes I'm fine now go away" she said. Nightwing walked off as a police report came in. "We have a possible Murder in the ally off of 22nd street, subject may be armed".
