Darkness swept over, no longer an innocent boy dressed in colorful attire. Now a man, man dressed in clothes dark as night. The transfer was meant to happen. It was the stages of growing up trading in your bright graphic clothing into mature solid colors. It was a change but a good one at that.
Growing up wasn't easy for this man. When your father figure is Batman maybe this stiffness came naturally. Maybe it was in the Bat nature. Being a cold blooded reptile, slithering around without effort or feeling yet creating feeling and effort, maybe this was who he was meant to be.
Was going on his own going to be easy? After being taken after for all these years and treated as a mere boy maybe this was good for him. Sometimes this is what we need a little push out of the nest especially for this little Robin. Being a separate man now he had his own battles to fight, his own damsels to save. Maybe Batman did nothing but get in the way of his own success could it be true?
Lonely figure stood on top of large building gazing at this city they called Gotham.
This city was not so ordinary, crime at every corner, and even when the sun shined it never shined toward Gotham. For Gotham was forever stenched in a dark black ink that bled with every pain coursing through its alleys.
Intoxication ran through the veins of the upper side of Gotham where most wealthy civilians lived. Toasting French champagne sitting on Italian leather while gossiping about the Russians, it was truly a lifestyle. A lifestyle once lived on by the dark clothed boy. Growing up in the Wayne Manor, which sometimes hosted the events, he got quite accompanied to the smells and people.
Being a hero isn't what most people say it is. It isn't wearing spandex and getting the girl, it's priding yourself to be powerful. And being a role model and risking everything for others. It didn't require the need to be attractive (although it didn't hurt) or to be loud and always on the run from the villain, for being a hero was being proud to defend others and always confident and proud.
Being Robin was like being French fries to a cheese burger. Of course everyone loves French fries and they eat them, but they eat them with the burger. And without a burger fries is odd and without fries burger is odd. Batman was the obvious burger in this metaphor. Robin was always cherished but although he didn't like admitting it he was in fact – a sidekick. Now mind you, he didn't like that 'label' he wanted to be an equal to Batman but that of course what hard to do when you were a little small shaped boy dressed in green yellow and red, standing next to a tall broad caped crusader. Robin never measured up to the other male. It really bothered him but he let it go like most would do comparing themselves to the freaking Batman.
Now he was Nightwing trying to make his own name in the city of Gotham. Making a life for 'Dick Grayson' as well, he needed to find a casual job in the daytime to keep him feeling normal and more modern. But as soon as night hit and crime arises, he was Nightwing. Dressed in clothes dark as night, and no longer a boy in colorful attire, and nothing and no one else would ever intrude upon that,
*This is a prologue*
This story will be definitely short. I'm starting way too many stories but oh well. This one is actually a personal favorite, it's basically going to be Dick Grayson's transfer and how he deal's and him being a man and living and YES BirdFlash will eventually happen. ~