Nightwing
A Good Samaritan
Chapter 1. A Business Transaction
"Show it to me Steve!" The man in the brown jacket said.
He probably should have kept his voice down, but he figured that if anyone else was this deep in Central Park at 2:30 AM, they probably couldn't care less if he fired an entire round of FMJs into Steve's skull right then and there.
He was wrong.
"C'mon Andy, you know I'm not showing you anything until after I've seen cash. You don't trust me all of a sudden?" Steve smiled.
Andy rolled his eyes as he reached into his pocket. He pulled out a large stack of twenty-dollar bills bound in a rubber band, and motioned for Steve to take it.
The moronic grin left Steve's face.
"Aw, don't tell me that's all!" He said as a frown replaced his usual smile.
"This is all my pay for a month!" Andy yelled.
"What a coincidence," Steve shot back. "Mine too!"
"What else do you want?" Andy responded.
"What do you think I want?!" Steve said, his voice getting louder. "Do you think I just sit on my ass all day watching Grey's Anatomy until my fairy cking godmother pops up and bipity bopity cking boop the 'roids are there?! I Work for this it and I expect some cking cash!" Steve said as he raised his voice.
"Keep the stuff coming and there'll be more cash!"
"Haven't you guessed yet? There's no amount of this it that can get an untalented asshole like you into the major league!" Steve said without thinking.
This proved to be a bad move, as Andy pulled a Glock 18C out of his pocket and aimed for his dealer's throat!
Just as he put pressure on the trigger, there was a sound, like a small object sailing through the wind. This description proved accurate, as a small black cylindrical baton slammed into the barrel of his firearm, sending it flying from his hand!
He turned to try to spot the man who threw it, only to see a black-gloved fist shattering his nose!
Andy heard someone say "As your financial advisor, I would recommend you call off this deal!"
He fell on his back, and looked up to his attacker.
He wore a black jumpsuit over his entire body, made of what appeared to be Kevlar, but he wasn't positive if it was leather. There was a blue symbol on his chest that at first looked like a giant V, but arched down across his arms, forming an odd M. He had short, black hair, with a strange mask covering his eyes.
Andy had heard rumors of this guy, but hadn't believed them. It wasn't like he was living in Gotham, or Metropolis, or any of those heavy superhero traffic cities.
He had assumed that all of those news stories about the petty criminals being slaughtered a while back had been staged by the cops.
But the man himself was standing right there, with a baton identical to the one that had relieved Andy of his gun.
It was Nightwing!
There was a loud bang, and Nightwing dove for the grass! He landed in a roll, only to jump up and look in the direction the sound had come from.
Steve had picked up the gun!
He fired again, but Nightwing ducked and threw the baton into his gut!
As he clutched his stomach, the black garbed crime-fighter ran up to Steve and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head down low enough for Nightwing to slam with his knee as hard as he could!
As Steve collapsed, something slammed into the back of Nightwing's head!
As the pain throbbed through his skull, he turned and glared at the man who snuck up on him, only to see Andy holding a large rock!
The rock was stained with blood!
Nightwing tried to punch him in the chest, but Andy hit him first!
This guy has obviously been buying steroids for a while now, Nightwing thought as the air was forced from his lungs. He was shockingly strong for a non-metahuman his age, and had caught Nightwing off guard! Andy grabbed the superhero by the shoulders and threw him headfirst into a tree!
Nightwing's head screamed with pain as he hit! As he landed, he felt an odd object under his back. He soon realized that it was the first baton he had thrown!
He looked up to see Andy, holding his gun again!
Good for him, Nightwing thought, just wish he'd aim it away from me!
He moved his leg only an inch, and suddenly cried out in pain! Even Andy knew that meant it was broken!
He looked down and asked "Any last words?"
Nightwing would normally make a joke about the incredibly cliché line, but now was not the time.
Smiling, he mumbled something under his breath.
"What was that?" Andy asked, as moved a total of three inches closer to hear.
Close enough!
Nightwing kicked the gun out of his hand with leg he had pretended was broken, pulled the baton out from under him, and slammed it into Andy's groin! He punched the poor guy in the chin, fired a taser From his gauntlet into his chest, and slammed the back of his legs with the baton, sending the junkie down for the count!
Although Andy's eyes were clouded with blood sweat and tears, he heard someone speaking before he blacked out completely.
"I said, speak softly and carry a big stick!"