CW's Nightwing

by The 3rd dragneel

He was an acrobat. He was Robin. But most importantly...he was the son of the Bat. But now, in order to protect the city of Bludhaven, he must be someone else. He must be...something else. There will be changes in the Arrowverse. M for any sex and swearing. Elements mixed from the comics and Teen Titans TV show.

1. Chapter 1: Nightwing

Why hello there. How are you? I'm glad you took the time to check out this latest project of mine: a Nightwing story based in the CW's Arrowverse. Let me just say this once: I am not a fan of the Titans show. I mean it's a lot better than I thought it'd be, but…..the designs and the REALLY dark lighting really makes this a hard show to watch. If you're a fan of the show, that's cool. The first season wasn't something for me. Okay, now that that shit is done, let me go over some things that'll help answer what this story will be about.

This will take place during the middle of season 2 of Arrow, so we won't see the Flash or any other Hero in the Arrowverse apart from MAYBE a few Arrow characters.

There will be members of the Teen Titans that will show up as the story goes on.

Like with Arrow, there will be a few Batman villains, along with a sprinkle of a few others.

Nightwing and his team will be around for the crossovers like Invasion and Crisis on Earth-X.

Most of this story is original, with a few team ups here and there.

I will be changing a few things about the Arrowverse like certain pairings*choke Olicity choke*.

Now that I've cleared at least a few things for all of you(and I will answer the reviews as you guys give.) I think it's about time we jumped right into this.

Keep in mind, I do not own DC or Arrow, and any OCs in this story are mine.

'Bludhaven Docks. 8:55 PM'

The cold winds of the ocean blew threw the docks of Bludhaven, sending a chill through the spines of those nearby. To the average person, it didn't seem like anything important was happening. However, if one were to look closer….things were far from normal.

"Alright, let's move the bodies! The boss wants this stuff delivered before the cops come snooping around." A man wearing what looked like a pure black mask shouted as his compatriots, who were pulling the bodies of two recently deceased security guards into an empty crate. Three fans began to pull in, with the sides of the doors opening to allow more masked men, each wielding an automatic weapon in hand, making the total go to fifteen. Two masked men ran to the cargo boxes, pulling the handles and opening it. Inside the box were a variety of wooden crates, each marked as 'Property of B.P.D.' Smiling under his mask, one of the masked men walked up to one of the crates, pulling out a crowbar before jabbing it into the top, popping it off like a soda bottle. "Ahhh, here she is." Reaching into the crate, the man pulled out a Kevlar Vest, along with a helmet, panting in black. "With this, the boss'll be unstoppable."

"Yeah, but what about the vigilante here? This ain't Gotham, but we still gotta worry about that guy." Another masked man said, getting a scoff from the first man.

"Seriously, you're worried about Bird Boy? He ain't nothing like the Bat. Just some pretty boy who can do flips. With this gear, Robin, the Police, even that Bat Freak won't be able to stop Black Mask. So don't go wussing out on us Danny."

"Yeah, just shut up and help us get this crap." Yet another masked man said as he and others began to walk to the box, each working together to make the weapons out. As they were placing the weapons in the vans, a lone figure was standing in the shadows, looking at the masked men with amusement.

"Wow, I'm almost flattered…..almost." The figure said with a chuckle before standing up, their short black hair being brushed by the wind. "Time to get to work."

"Come on, I'm freezing my ass out here." One of the masked men said while fixing his black leather jacket.

"Shut it Jerry. If you're so cold, sit your ass in the damn car." Another man said with annoyance.

"Oh go f-"

*BANG*

Before the man known as Jerry could finish, a kind of claw suddenly shot out of the shadows, grabbing onto his back before he was tugged, hard. "AAHHH!" All Jerry could do was scream as he was dragged into the shadows, much to the shock of the masked men.

"Oh shit!" Now on high alert, the masked men raised their weapons, ready to kill whoever took their friend.

"Did you see that? DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

"That looked a lot like what the Bat does."

"Are you serious? No way would the Bat come all the way to Bludhaven just for us."

"But what if he's looking for the Boss? Man, I knew I should've moved to Coast City."

"Dammit boys, shut up and spread out. Whoever's out there, we'll fill 'em with lead!" The masked leader shouted to the rest of the men, who each loaded their weapons before slowly moving towards the metal containers, where they could hopefully find their friend Jeremy. The figure jumped from container to container, their footsteps only making a very small 'ding,' too small to be heard.

"Come on…...where is he?" One of the masked men said, fear evident in his voice. He and another masked man turned the corner, rifles in hand.

"Hey, we're gonna kill this punk, alright?" His ally said with reassurance. "Once we bring his head, Black Mask'll pay us triple. You'll see."

"Yeah, I wouldn't count of that." A new voice called out from behind. The two masked men turned around…...only to see a figure leaping towards them.

*SMACK*

Fur more masked men slowly walked in a straight line, each scoping the area while lightly squeezing the triggers to their weapons. "No way could the little bird do this." One of the masked men said to his friends.

"I don't know. I heard he was trained by the Bat, and we all know how tough he is." His friend said, looking up.

"So what? He's a scrawny kid who's playing dress up." The third masked man said before peering behind the corner, only to see that there was nothing.

"Oh yeah, how many vigilantes did you fight? It's just like the Arrow in Starling City." The fourth masked man said, getting looks from his allies. "What?"

"The Arrow? Christ, that is just a dumb name. Then again, the freak dresses up like Robin Hood and puts arrows in people." The first masked man moved around another corner, prepared to shoot the attacker.

"Did you hear about that Particle whatever being built? Man am I glad to be away from Central City."

"Really? My cousin lives there. Maybe I'll visit them after this-"

*DING*

The third masked man couldn't finish as something struck the back of his head, effectively knocking him unconscious. Two of the masked men turned around, only for the attacker to pounce on them, striking them hard in the face, enough to knock them out. "Johnny? Andy? Bert, where the hell are ya?" The first masked man ran back to his friends, only to see that they were unconscious. He slowly backed up in fear, only to hear someone behind him. Turning around, he saw the attacker charge at him, prompting him to aim his weapon at them. "STAY AWAY FREAK!"

*BANG*BANG*BANG*

Gunfire echoed in the dark night sky, getting the attention of the remaining eight masked men. "What the hell?" Curious, six of the men began to run towards the direction of the gunfire, only to see their friends on the ground, unconscious.

"Oh shit, oh shit. What the hell's going on?" One of the men asked, backing up while trying his best not to drop his weapon.

"Who cares. Everyone, get back to the vans. We're getting out of here!" Getting over their fear, the remaining men began to run back to the two vans, packing whatever they can carry before….whoever was attacking them would strike. Putting in the last two crates, the masked men entered the two vehicles, four in each one, prepared to leave.

"Start the car. START THE CAR!"

"I'M TRYING!" One of the drivers continued to turn the key on the ignition several times, sweat running down his temple in fear. Eventually, the car turned on, getting relieved sighs from the other masked man. However, just as the driver was about to press on the gas…..

*CRASH*

Something, or rather someone landed on top of the front van, breaking the windows on the vehicle and crushing a large part of the roof. "What the hell was that?!" The driver poked his head out the window, looking up at the roof…...only for a hand to grab him by the neck, pulling him up.

"OUT, OUT!" The three remaining masked men quickly exited the broken van, all while their other four friends did the same.

*THWIP*

Faster than the eye could see, two shuriken-like weapons struck two of the masked men in the head, knocking them out. "SHOOT HIM!" The attacker quickly flipped off the van, pulling out two batons from their back. They first reached two of the attackers, striking them hard with their weapons. Reaching Into their belt, the attacker pulled out a strange claw-like weapon, launching it to another masked man, grabbing him by the shoulder. With a mighty tug, the attacker pulled the masked man close before punching them hard in the face.

"DIE!" The remaining two masked men began firing their weapons at the attacker, forcing him to jump behind the van. They let out a groan as they touched their shoulder, feeling a small drop of blood.

"Shit." Shaking off the pain, the attacker held up one of his batons before tossing it at the second van, hitting the front bumper. It ricocheted off the metal before it flew towards one of the masked men, striking them in the back of the neck.

"How the hell?!" Being distracted for a brief moment, the final masked didn't notice the attacker jumping over the van until it was too late.

*SMACK*

The sound of police sirens rung through the air, followed by the flashing of red and blue lights. Three police cruisers drove through the docks of Bludhaven, stopping twenty feet away from the vans used by the masked men. Police officers began exiting the vehicles, sidearms in hand as they began to walk to the vans. "B.P.D. Hands up!" One of the police officers ordered, though no one seemed to have answered. Cautiously, the police officers began to walk to the vans, ready to fire if necessary.

"MMMMMMM….MMMMMMMM…." However, instead of being face first with an assault rifle, the officers were greeted to the sight of the masked men, all tied up together, though most of them were unconscious.

"What the hell is this?" One of the police officers said while kneeling in front of the masked men.

"Think it was the vigilante?" Another of the police officers said, only to get a scoff from his friends.

"Man, you worry too much about someone in a mask. Come on, let's get moving before we get frostbite. I hate the cold." Little did the police officers know, the 'vigilante' they were talking about was watching them from a distance, a smile on their face.

"You're welcome." The vigilante said before reaching into his belt, pulling out a grapple gun before firing it onto a nearby rooftop. With the press of a button, the vigilante was pulled to the building, without so much as a sound coming from him.

'Flashback, fourteen years ago'

"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME TO THE HALEY'S CIRCUS!" Inside a large red and yellow striped circus tent, a rather 'large' man with brown hair and a matching mustache, wearing a ring leader outfit, a black magician's hat in his right hand and a microphone in his left. The Ring Leader, also known as Mr. Haley, let out a big smile as he extended his arm. "PLEASE, GIVE A WARM WELCOME TO THE DANGER DEFYING FAMILY, THE MOST TALENTED ACROBATS I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE…...THE FLYING GRAYSONSSSSSSSS!" Two spotlights were turned on, aiming up to the hightop of the circus. Standing on the pads near the towers were a trio of individuals: a man, a woman and a young boy. The man had short black hair with a thin mustache as the woman had long blonde hair and the boy had the same hair color as the man. Though they had different hair colors, the trio wear all wearing a matching red acrobat shirts with a gold pain of wings in the front, white pants(though the female had her legs exposed) and black shoes. At the mention of their names, the trio, now identified as the Flying Graysons, waved their hands as the crowd cheered them on. The older man grabbed onto the swing in front of him before leaping forward, swinging across the circus with a fearless expression. "FIRST UP IS JOHN GRAYSON!" Swinging forward, John released his hold on the swing, performing several flips in the air before he grabbed onto another swing in the center of the tent. "NEXT UP IS HIS LOVELY WIFE: MARY GRAYSON!" Giving the audience her own wave, Mary Grayson leaped forward before grabbing the swing her husband had just used, moving towards him. Once the two were a mere three feet away from each other, Mary released her hold on her swing, flipping in the air before her hands were caught by her husband's, getting another round of applause from the audience. "AND LAST, BUT CERTAINLY NOT LEAST! THE YOUNGEST OF THE FLYING GRAYSONS: RICHARD!" The youngest of the three caught the swing, shyly waving at everyone. He did slightly blush when he heard some of the females in the audience saying how adorable he was, but he quickly ignored it. Grasping the swing with both hands, he looked across the circus, seeing both his parents land on the other pad on the other side. They both smiled at him warmly, giving him the confidence he needed to leap forward, swinging across the circus. Seeing his father push the second swing towards his direction, Richard took a few quick breaths, motioning his lower body forward. Once the swing was close enough, Richard closed his eyes and let go. He spun once, then twice, then three times before he reached out. Fear began to take over his heart as he inched closer to the swing, praying that he wouldn't miss.

And then…...his hands caught the swing. "HE DID IT! YOUNG RICHARD HAS CAUGHT THE SWING!" Mr. Haley shouted, getting a roaring applause from the crowd as Richard finally reached his parents, jumping on the pad while releasing the swing. "GIVE ANOTHER ROUND OF APPLAUSE TO THE FLYING GRAYSONS FOLKS!" Mr. Haley, along with everyone else gave the acrobat family clapped in amusement, getting the three Graysons to smile and wave their hands.

"That was amazing Richard." John said to his son with pride evident in his voice.

"Thanks, but I thought I could do another flip." Richard said with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Awww, don't worry Richard. You'll be able to do it." Mary said before kissing her son on the cheek, much to his embarrassment. However, this didn't stop him from smiling as he continued to wave to the audience.

Who knows? Maybe he CAN do a quadruple flip.

'Flashback end'

(Play Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees)

A single black Camaro 1990 began to park in front of a large Police Station that read 'Bludhaven Police Department' on the top of the doors. Turning off the vehicle, the driver exited the car, fixing their black jacket before grabbing their backpack. Locking their vehicle, the driver began to walk to the building, a hand in his pocket. The moment they pushed through the doors, the driver was able to hear multiple conversations going around, making them smile. "Hey, look who decided to show up on time." One of the police officers said to the driver with smirking a bit.

"Nice to see you Dale. Hope the kids are doing fine." The driver said while pointing at the man jokingly. He was a male in his late 20s short black hair combed to the left side, blue eyes, palish skin and a slim, yet muscular build. He wore a white buttoned down shirt with a black tie under a brown jacket, black pants, a dark brown belt, matching shoes and a silver digital watch. This was Detective Richard 'Dick' Grayson, member of the Bludhaven Police Department. Dick continued to walk through the building, getting greetings from different police officers.

"Grayson, nice work on the Malone case."

"We're going out for drinks later, want in?"

"Hi Richard."

The black haired male simply gave his fellow officers a nod, happy they were friendly towards him. Eventually, Dick reached his desk, which wasn't something special, except for the pile of cases he had stocked like an all you can eat pancake restaurant. "Well, I've got a busy day, don't I?" Dick muttered to himself with a sigh while putting his bag down.

"I'd say. You can kiss your night goodbye, Grayson." A female voice called out from behind. Dick cracked a small smile as he turned around and was greeted with the smug expression of a female of hispanic heritage. She looked to be in her mid 20s with shoulder length dark brown hair, brown eyes and a slim build. She wore a button down light blue police uniform shirt, a black tie, matching pants, shiny black shoes and a radio on her waist. On the right side of her waist was a standard Glock 22 handgun and a black flashlight.

"Officer Sofia Flores, as sharp as ever." Dick said while putting a hand on his desk, leaning on it. "I heard you came back from Central City. How was it?"

"Strange to say the least." The officer, now known as Sofia, said while sitting on her desk. "And I already miss it."

"Well we don't any clear skies and rainbow unicorns, we still have that grimy Bludhaven charm you always loved." Dick said with a smile, getting an eye roll from the female. "And speaking of night, you heard about the vigilante? He struck last night."

"Oh, don't get her started on vigilantes Dick." Another voice, this time a male, called out from behind Dick. Chuckling, Dick turned around and saw an African american man in his early 30s with no hair, black eyes and a small stubble under his chin. He wore a lavender buttoned down shirt with suspenders holding up his dark brown pants, black shoes, and a black and yellow striped shirt. This was Detective Andre Williams, a dedicated detective and good friend to Dick Grayson. He smiled at the irritated expression on Sofia's face. "Don't you know about her 'Anti Vigilante proposal' she tried pitching to the captain?"

"Really, an Anti Vigilante Proposal? You really hate people trying to do good." Dick said 'surprisingly' at Sofia.

"I'm not saying they don't help. But what's the point of the police if we let Vigilantes roam around?" Sofia said while crossing her arms.

"You're right about that, but you know about the psychos in Gotham and Starling. Vigilantes like the Bat and the Hood do help take these guys down. I'd say the guy here's trying to do the same thing." Andre said with a small shrug, getting a scoff from the brown haired woman and a smirk from his friend. "So Dick, ready to see the Gotham Knights tear it gone this week?"

"I'd love too, but as you can see….." Dick motioned to the pile of work on his desk. "I've got a lot of work to do."

"Yeah, well I'll tell you who wins." Andre said before clasping Dick's right arm, getting a groan from the black haired detective as he pulled him. "You okay?"

"Yeah, I just hit my arm on the way here. Still sore." Dick said with a fake smile, rolling his arm. However, little did his friends know, there was a whole OTHER reason for his arm being in pain. "Now, if you excuse me, I'm gonna spend the next few hours wondering why I chose a career as a detective."

"That won't happen now Grayson." A new voice called out as the trio turned around. The speaker was a man who looked to be in his mid 40s, though his slightly tan skin showed just how much experience he's had. He had green eyes and show ash blonde hair, combed back to give him a professional look. His attire consisted of a dark blue shirt, a yellow tie, tan pants and tan shoes. This was Sergeant James Hunter, and he did not look happy. "Gear up, we got a body dump on Melville Park." James said with a grunt before looking at Dick. "And Grayson, you finish those reports on the Delmos Shootout?"

"Got it right…" Reaching into his bag, Dick searched through it before pulling out a blue folder. "Here." Dick then handed the folder to the Sergeant with a smile. "Did you cut your hair sir?"

"Don't give me that Grayson. I want you, Williams and Cliff on this body dump now." James said before looking at the pile of work on Dick's desk. "And get organized Grayson. For Christ's sake, we aren't in Preschool." With that, the Sergeant left.

"Looks like you got off the hook for now Grayson." Sofia said while walking up to Dick, whispering it in his ear. "Good luck with the body dump." Giving him a smirk, Sofia went back to her desk.

"Still the same charmer, isn't she?" Andre said before putting his hands in his pockets. "Come on, let's work for a living."

"Wow, hearing you of all people say that is shocking." Dick teased, getting a chuckle from his friend before the two went to whatever happened in Adams and Conway.

'Melville Park, several minutes later'

The streets of Melville Park, while not the most famous location in Bludhaven, was brimming with citizens, all behind a row of yellow 'Caution' tape. On the other side were several police officers, either looking around for evidence of speaking with eyewitnesses. The reason for this hysteria was due to the body that was seemingly dumped in the middle of the street. Dick looked over the body, a frown plastered on his face as Andre nodded at one of the police officers, walking up to Dick. "We have an I.D?" Dick said, not taking his eyes off the body.

"Simon Derek, age 33. He was a drug store owner, made a good living, supporting his ex wife and son. Then all of a sudden, he disappears a week ago, no one knows why until now." Andre said, wiping his nose while looking at the body, formerly known as Simon Derek.

"He was killed not too long ago." Dick said before kneeling down, pointing at the two bullet holes on the body. "Double tap to the chest, puts a hole in both his lungs. He chokes on his own blood and dies. Whoever did it was in a hurry, probably dumped the body on the way." He then looked up to his friend. "Anyone see anything?" Much to his disappointment, Andre shook his head.

"A runner noticed the body this morning. No one else saw who did it until we got here." Andre said with a look of disgust on his face. "Whoever killed him is own cold hearted bastard. I hear Derek's son was Autistic and he was trying to help him."

"We'll get the bastard, don't worry." Dick said before standing up, giving him a smile. "Nothing screams Bludhaven like a murder in the morning, am I right?"

"Sometimes you creep me out Dick." Andre said with his own smile. "Say, you still talk to Bruce Wayne?" Just the mention of the name almost caused Dick to lose his smile.

"Sometimes. You know how billionaires are: too busy trying to make money." Dick replied as he and Andre began walking away.

"True that. That reminds me of Oliver Queen ya know? I honestly can't imagine being away from home for five years." Andre said with a shake of his head. "Look, I'm gonna keep trying to find something about Derek. Catch ya in a bit." With that, Andre walked away, leaving Dick to look at the body with narrowed eyes.

'Whoever did this doesn't deserve to walk the streets. Simon Derek wasn't a bad guy, just caught up in the darkness of Bludhaven. A darkness I fight.' Grabbing his right shoulder, Dick rolled it a few times before walking back to his car. 'He must've been caught in some bad affairs, and that's what got him killed. Things like that tend to happen to the innocent. I would know.'

'Flashback, Haley Circus'

"Here you go girl. Eat up." Richard said with putting down a block of hay in front of one of the elephants in the circle. It let out a honk from its trunk before wrapping it around the hay, moving it towards its mouth before chewing it. Seemingly satisfied, the elephant wrapped its trunk around the hay and chewed on it, getting a chuckle from the young acrobat. "Geez, slow down, there's plenty for you to eat girl." Patting the elephant, Richard stood up and began to walk back to his family's trailer, ready to get some much deserved rest. However, just as he walked past Mr. Haley's trailer…..

"Where's the money Haley?" A gruff voice that Richard didn't recognize spoke up from inside the trailer, causing the young boy to stop.

"I-I don't have it y-yet, but I will after t-tomorrow's performance." Mr. Haley called out from inside, terror clear in his voice.

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT!" A loud bang erupted inside the trailer, causing Richard to jump in surprise. "I gave you a chance and you said you'd pay up, but now you're giving me the same bullshit? Haley, this isn't something you wanna do. Let's just say that you'll know what happens when someone doesn't pay Tony Zucco, you'll see." Hearing footsteps approach the door, Dick quickly hid on the other side of the trailer, hoping to stay hidden. The door opened up an a man with short black hair, a dark trench coat and a cigarette in his mouth walked out, giving the trailer one last glare before leaving. Just looking at the man made Richard scared, as evident from the way his hands shook. Like the curious child he was, Richard ran to the front door of the trailer, opening it to see Mr. Haley sitting on his couch, his clothes wrinkled and a expression that could only be described as true terror.

"Mr. Haley." Richard said, getting a surprised look from the older man.

"Dick! Ummm, w-what are you doing up? I thought you'd b-be in bed by now." Mr. Haley said, failing to hide his stutter.

"I was feeding Dora, but then I heard this guy yelling at you." Richard said, a concerned expression on his face. "Who is he?"

"Oh, Tony? He's just…...uuuu….a FAN! Yes, a fan. We go way back and he wanted to try and get some free tickets for his kids. Yeah, that's right." Mr. Haley lied with a fake smile. Little did he know, Richard was much smarter than he looked.

"But he said something about money and that you didn't pay up. Are we in trouble Mr. Haley?" Richard asked with a tilt of his head.

"It's….nothing, Dick. Really, just boring grown up stuff. You're lucky you don't have to pay taxes. That'll keep you up at night." Mr. Haley said while waving his hand.

"If you need help, maybe my dad and the others-"

"Nonono, that won't be necessary Dick. I'll handle it." Mr. Haley said in an attempt to keep this talk between them. "Look, we have a big show tomorrow. You and your folks are gonna perform without a net and I want to make sure everyone's in order. Just…...please go to sleep and forget you ever heard anything. Can you do that for old Haley?" As much as Richard wanted to talk to his parents in order to help Haley, he saw the owner of the circus as a kind of uncle. The man practically helped raised Richard along with Richard's parents and for that, the young acrobat trusted him.

"Okay, I promise I won't say anything." Richard said with a sigh before giving Mr. Haley a smile. "But if you need help, then let me know, okay?"

"Hehehe, look at you. Next thing I know, you'll be off to College." Haley said with a chuckle before giving him a warm smile. "Goodnight kid." Giving him a nod, Richard exited the trailer. Once the boy left, Haley lost his smile before putting his hands on his head.

'Flashback, end'

Dick closed the door to his car, locking it to ensure no one would take it. With his back on his shoulder, he walked up to a large apartment. Walking inside the building, Dick pressed the button to call the elevator. 'Derek was killed by a 9mm Handgun. Those are common with killings in the past few weeks. But this one is special: the bullet is made to pierce through flesh like paper.' Once the elevator reached the 10th floor, the doors opened, allowing Dick to walk out. He continued to walk forward, making a quick turn to the right. Reaching into his pocket, Dick pulled out an evidence bag, containing the bullets from the murder. 'If I can find where the bullets came from, maybe I'll be able to find the shooter.' Reaching the loft with the number 10-23. Reaching into his pocket, Dick inserted his key inside the lock, opening the door to allow himself inside. The loft he called home was rather impressive: bookshelf full of various books from his childhood, two leather couches, brown carpet, a 48 inch plasma television, a small black coffee table, several awards he had earned over the years, and a sizeable kitchen. It was his loft, and he wouldn't trade it in for the world. Putting down his bag, Dick walked up to his desk, where his laptop was safely closed. Placing the evidence on the desk, Dick sat down, turning on his laptop. He typed on it, searching for any gun stores in Bludhaven that allow custom made ammunition. After some time researching, Dick eventually picked up a weapon's store. "Hal's Weapons Emporium. Well, these guys aren't exactly subtle." Dick muttered to himself….only to narrow his eyes at the bottom corner. "Closed in 2009, owner vanishes after house caught on fire, presumed dead. How convenient." Dick began searching for any information on the store's owner and sure enough, he found something. "Hal Briggs, owner since 1994, no wife, no children. Got his supplies from a warehouse nearby US Highway 61." Writing down the address, Dick picked up the evidence bag, looking at it with narrowed eyes. "Time to see the man who made you."

*KNOCK*KNOCK*

Dick was brought out of his thoughts when he heard someone knocking on his door. Putting the evidence in one of his cabinets, Dick quickly stood up and walked to the door, peering through the peephole. "Dick, you in there? I have something you might wanna see." Behind the door was none other than Andre Williams, who looked at the door while showing him a blue file. Shaking his head, Dick opened the door, greeting his friend with a smile.

"Hey, bring me lunch?" Dick teased. However, Andre returned his smile before pulling something out of his bag, revealing it to be a bag from Big Belly Burger. "Oh, you know I was just thinking about how I want to gain some weight. Glad you had the same thoughts pal."

"Can't go anywhere without seeing at least one Big Belly Burger." Andre said before the two of them chuckled in amusement. Andre walked inside to place the food on the table while Dick closed the door. The dark skinned man reached into the bag and pulled out a hamburger , taking a big out of it. "Mmmm, still has that greasy taste."

"At least we beat the cliche about cops always eating donuts, am I right?" Dick said before sitting down on the table, taking out his own burger and taking a bite out of it. "So, what news do you have to share my trusty partner?" Swallowing his food, Andre handed Dick the file, which he opened. It contained documents regarding Simon Derek, as well as pictures of a warehouse.

"Our vic wasn't just some random kill. He was executed because he wasn't paying the local tax." Andre said before pointing at the last call Derek had made. "We checked with his cell phone operator and they said that this number was the last one Derek called before he died. A few minutes later, we got a match: Aaron Watson." At the mention of the name, Andre moved through the files before taking out a black and white photo of a white male who looked to be 32, blonde hair, wearing glasses and looking over his shoulder.

"One of Bludhaven's most wanted Hitmen. He wasn't heard from in 3 months, and now he shows up?" Dick asked, looking down at the picture. What Andre didn't know was that Aaron Watson was on his radar for a while until he mysteriously vanished.

"Bullets match his M.O. I had the techs look up gun companies and they had a few hits. We think Watson's hiding out in one of the warehouse. That explains where he's getting the ammo." Andre said before finishing his burger. "The sergeant wants us to search these warehouses with some other uniforms, including Flores, so that'll be fun."

"Hmmm, raiding warehouses to find a guy who has bullets that would tear us to pieces? Sounds fun." Dick said, taking another bite from his burger. "I've got some more work to do, so if you go before me, I won't hold it against you."

"If that happens, I'll let you the good parts." Andre said before checking the time on his phone. "I better go. Promised my sister I'd pick her and Emma up at the mall."

"How're they by the way?" Dick said with a friendly tone, a smirk creeping on his face. The last time I saw them was during the Christmas party, where you-"

"Haha, very funny Grayson." Andre said jokingly while rolling his eyes. "They're good. Settling in Bludhaven's been a little tough, but they're two of the toughest girls I know. My advice is to not get in the way of their shows, especially Jane the Virgin." He let out a chuckle, followed by Dick before he closed the file. "Well, the longer I keep them waiting, the more I get scolded for it. See you later Dick."

"Bye Andre." Dick said farewell to his friend, who gave him a nod before exiting the loft. Once he left, Dick stood up, looking at his bookshelf. Making sure no one was looking, he grabbed a hold of the book 'Zoo by James Patterson,' pulling it down to activate a hidden lever. Once pulled, the bookshelf suddenly opened what looked like a hidden doorway. However, what was INSTEAD the door caught Dick Grayson's attention.

It was a mannequin, which wouldn't impress the normal person. However, what the mannequin was wearing would cause anyone to gasp in shock. It was a full black armored suit with a black bird symbol that would be located on the chest, matching gloves, black combat boots, a utility belt with different kinds of equipment, and a black mask that would cover the eyes. A smile appeared on Dick's face as he stepped forward, ready to gear up.

By day, he was detective Richard 'Dick' Grayson.

But by night…..he was the vigilante known as Nightwing.

And it was about time…..he went hunting.

'Highway 61, 9:31 PM'

Like everyday, US Highway 61 was busy, cars driving along it to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Underneath the highway were several warehouses, most abandoned for years due to tax evasion.

But little did anyone known….one of these warehouses were still in operation.

"Hey, move it! We've got too much shit to move and not enough time!" Inside a large warehouse, with the faded sign of 'AMERTEK' on the top, a group of what looked like twenty men, moving crates of weapons from two large trucks. Obviously, this warehouse was under new supervision.

"God, I love the smell of ammo being brunt. Really gives that peaceful vibe, know what I mean?" A somewhat arrogant voice called out, looking at the progress of weapons smuggling from under him. The dark lighting revealed the face of Aaron Watson, the current target for the Bludhaven police department. A smirk grew on his face as he tapped his AREX REX ZERO 1S 9mm handgun on the railing. "Come on boys, the boss wants his latest shipment, and the last time someone pissed him off, they got dumped in the ocean." Aaron said to his men in hopes of getting them to work faster.

"We're tryin Wats, but this crap's heavy. You sure Black Mask'll pay us?" One of the thugs asked Watson, who chuckled.

"Trust me, his money's good. But the longer we keep him waiting, the more cash we lose, and I don't know about you, but I want a trip to the Bahamas this week." Watson said before holstering his weapon, walking to the right. "Come on boys, the B.P.D's nothing like Gotham, we got nothing to worry about."

*CRACK*

However, the moment Watson said those words, the lights in the warehouse suddenly turned off, the light from the full moon illuminating from the windows. Some of the thugs began muttering their thoughts on what happened, with most dropping what they were loading. "Hey! Someone get the lights back on! I hate the dark." Watson said with a small snarl. One of the thugs began to walk to the power box to see what was wrong…..

*SMACK*

Only…..for something to come out of the shadows and strike him in the head, knocking him out cold. "Oh shit, someone got Henry!" A shadowy figure flipped in the air, landing in the middle of the warehouse as the lights turned back on. Watson and the rest of the thugs all looked to see Nightwing, kneeling down as if trying to pick something up.

"It's Nightwing!"

"Get around him!"

"Give me that gun!" Gathering some of the weapons they were packing, the thugs surrounded the black and blue vigilante, weapons in hand. Aaron took this chance to clap in amusement, looking at Nightwing from the balcony.

"Well well well, look who we have here boys. You know, a part of me was wondering when you'd show up." Watson said with a cocky smirk. "But this is great, this is really great. Not only do we get paid for our services, but we also get to take down the Bludhaven 'Hero.' Man, talk about a bonus!"

"Glad I can make your night." Nightwing said, his voice becoming deeper thanks to a voice modifier hidden in his suit(no way was he going to go around and talk in his normal voice when people could identify him.) "Now, if you all put down your weapons, you could make this a lot easier for me." This got a chuckle from everyone in the warehouse.

"Did you hear that boys? He wants us to drop the merc. This guy's a riot, huh?" The thugs continued to laugh out loud, getting a smile from Nightwing. "Hahaha, no. Light him up boys, we still have work to do." Hearing the order, the thugs turned off the safety on their weapons, ready to fill this pretty boy full of lead.

"I did ask." Nightwing said before he stood up, putting his hands on his belt. "Nothing wrong with being polite." Then, faster than the eye could see, Nightwing pulled out several bird-shaped shurikens(commonly known as Wing Dings) and threw them at the thugs, hitting the barrels of their guns. Pressing a small detonator on his glove, the Wing Dings suddenly exploded, destroying the guns and causing the thugs to fall to the ground in shock. Ceasing the opportunity, Nightwing took out his Escrima Sticks from his back, pressing the buttons on the side as a blue light appeared on the tip.

A smile crept on Nightwing's face. This was gonna be fun.

The black haired fighter rushed to a nearby thug. He struck one on the leg, causing them to kneel down before he smacked them on the back of the head. Getting over the surprise from the Wing Dings, anther thug tried to punch Nightwing, who quickly ducked under it before grabbing his neck, pinning him hard on the ground. Throwing away their broken weapons, the thugs quickly gathered several new weapons, firing a barrage of bullets at the vigilante. With impressive acrobatics, Nightwing flipped behind one of the large wooden crates nearby. "Careful you idiots! Don't blow up the products!" Watson said before he fired his 9mm at Nightwing.

"And of course they would still try to shoot me, even when their boss tells them otherwise." Nightwing said before reaching into his utility belt, taking out two small black orbs. Peering over the corner, Nightwing threw the balls at the thugs…

*BOOM*

The instant they made contact with the ground, they exploded in a flash of light, causing them to scream in shock. "GUAH, MY EYES!" The armed men, including Watson covered their eyes, the pain from the flashbang bombs burning in their retinas. Using this chance, Nightwing leaped over the crate, slamming his feet into two blind thugs. He quickly jabbed the top of one of his Escrima sticks onto another thug, pressing the button.

*ZAP*

The poor thug screamed in agony as what felt like thousands of volts coursing through their body before they fell on the ground. Pulling out his Grapple Claw, Nightwing fired it on another thug, grabbing them by the arm before pulling them forward. Nightwing tripped the thug before punching him hard in the jaw. Twirling his weapons, Nightwing threw his Escrima Sticks to two more thugs, hitting them temples with enough force to knock them out of their feet. However, the sticks bounced around, striking three more thugs before Nightwing caught them. Seeing one of the thugs attempting to escape, Nightwing typed on his right arm before aiming it at the thug. Just as they were about to reach the exit, Nightwing fired a small dart, piercing the thug's neck. They let out a small gasp before falling over. "Hey, Nightfreak!" Watson shouted from the balcony before he aimed an M16 Assault Rifle with a Grenade Launcher attachment on the bottom at the vigilante. With a dark smirk, Watson fired a grenade from his gun, forcing Nightwing to jump out of the way.

*BOOM*

A large explosion erupted from one of the conveyor belts, firing spreading out and smoke emerging inside the building. Watson wiped his eyes, scanning the area for Nightwing in the event he survived. "I know you're still here 'Hero.' Come out and maybe I'll kill you faster than I woulf like. That's a pretty good deal to me." Just as Watson turned to the left….a Wing Ding suddenly struck the wall in front of him.

"Well since you asked so nicely." A cable attached itself on the ceiling before Nightwing was pulled up to the balcony, his smile still plastered on his face. "Mind asking a few questions?"

"Sorry, I don't talk to dead men." Watson raised his rifle, aiming it at Nightwing. However, Nightwing knew the criminal wouldn't give up…..which is exactly why he threw his Wing Ding to the wall.

*Kaboom*

"WHAT THE?!" The Wing Ding suddenly exploded behind Watson, causing him to drop his weapon while stumbling forward. Nightwing quickly ran up to him, grabbing him by the collar and pinning him against the window.

"Why did you have Simon Derek killed?" Nightwing asked, a serious edge in his voice. Watson let out a chuckle, as if he was amused.

"Ahh, my most recent kill. You know I love it when my kills get noticed." Watson said, only to get a punch in the face.

"Tell me!"

"Fine, fine. It wasn't like the bastard didn't deserve it." Watson spit out some blood to the side, glaring at Nightwing. "Derek was supplying meds to the underground of Bludhaven. He wanted out, and he said he'd rat me to the cops if I tried to hurt him. Dumbass should've kept it to himself."

"Was the person who hired you to move the guns also the one who wanted Derek dead?" Nightwing asked, making the criminal smirk.

"Maybe, maybe not. I'm telling you now Nightfreak: there are a lot more people who want you dead more than me. People like Derek pay us to keep away, but you'll find out soon enough." Just as Nightwing was about to ask him another question….a large light appeared from behind the window, much to the discomfort of the two.

"B.P.D, DON'T MOVE!" A loud voice echoed from a megaphone outside the warehouse. Watson couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Oh shit, the cops actually found us. It'll be fun to see them arrest you Nightwing." Watson said with an arrogant tone, getting a glare from Nightwing.

"Not until they catch you first." Nightwing before he pulled Watson close and threw him over the ledge, causing him to fall on top of a crate.

*BANG*

The doors to the warehouse opened, allowing Sergeant Hunter, Detective Williams and a squad of police officers to barge in. "Bludhaven Police, everyone put your hands…..up?" Sergeant Hunter said, only to stop when he saw the unconscious thugs on the floor.

"Sir, looks like someone beat us to it." Andre said, though he didn't lower his gun. Hunter let out a sigh before holstering his gun.

"Cuff em, and make sure you check those crates." Hunter ordered as the police officers began walking to the thugs. Both he and Andre began combing the area, only to find Watson lying on top of a crate, groaning in pain.

"Son of a bitch, look who we found." Andre said before he grabbed Watson, pulling him up. "Aaron Watson, you're under arrest for aggravated assault, illegal weapon distribution, and murder." As the police were working on arresting Watson and his cronies, Nightwing silently closed one of the windows in the warehouse, ensuring that no one would knock he was even there.

'Next morning, 8:23PM'

A yawn escaped the lips of Dick Grayson as he began looking at the local news, a bagel next to his tablet. It was his day off, but that still didn't mean he wouldn't check on the latest news in his city, especially with what happened the other night. Sure enough, when he scrolled down several pages, Dick reached an article that made him smile.

"Aaron Watson arrested. After going missing for months, the gangster was finally apprehended by Bludhaven Police officers in an abandoned warehouse. Sources say that the vigilante was the one who had struck first, but the B.P.D is neither confirming, nor denying it."

"And that's one more person living in the comforts of jail." Dick said while leaning back, taking another bite of his bagel. He clicked out of the article before looking wiping his face. 'I might have taken down Watson, I still need to find his boss. There are rumors of Black Mask operating in Bludhaven. Since Bruce isn't here, he thinks he's unstoppable. I need to make sure no more innocent people get caught in the crossfire. Just like…...they were.'

Flashback, one day later'

"LADIES, GENTLEMEN AND CHILDREN OF ALL AGES! WELCOME BACK THE MAGNIFICENT HALEY CIRCUS!" Mr. Haley called out from the middle of the circus. "BUT BEFORE WE GET STARTED, LET'S HAVE A HAND TO THE BENEFACTOR OF TONIGHT'S ACTION PACKED SHOW…..MISTER BRUCE WAYNE!" The spotlight began to turn to the right, shining over a handsome, well built man with black hair, blue eyes and wearing a brown suit. At the mention of his name, Bruce Wayne smiled while waving to the audience, who all clapped for him. Near one of the exits were none other than the Flying Grayson, each wearing their acrobat suits, awaiting for their names to be called.

"To think Bruce Wayne would help donate money to this circus. The man's full of surprises." John said with a smile.

"Yes, and he's rather handsome too." Mary said, getting a look from her husband. Noticing this, she giggled. "Oh, you know I'm just teasing sweetheart. I only have eyes for you."

"Oh man, please stop." Richard said with a groan, getting his parents to laugh in amusement. One of the workers in the circus suddenly began to walk towards them, shoving them out of the way, like he was in a hurry. The worker looked back for just a moment, but that was all Richard needed to recognize his face. It was Tony Zucco, the same man who threatened Haley the night prior. "Hey, it's him." Richard said with a gasp, much to the confusion of his parents.

"Do you know that man honey?" Mary asked her son with curiosity. However, Richard recalled his talk with Mr. Haley and stopped talking.

"Look, we'll talk about this later. We're going first." John said before gesturing both his wife and son to move to their positions.

"PERFORMING DEATH-DEFYING STUNTS WITHOUT THE AID OF A NET: THE FABULOUS FLYING GRAYSONS!" The spotlights once again moved up to the top of the circus, revealing the Flying Graysons, standing on top of a platform while waving to the crowd. As per usual, John was the first to grab onto the swing, moving forward before grabbing onto the second swing. As the audience cheered, they failed to noticed that one of the ropes holding the swing up slowly began to tear itself apart. Following in his father's footsteps, Richard caught the first swing before leaping forward. He sailed through the ceiling before releasing the swing, doing one flip before he caught his father's hand. The audience clapped even more as John helped swing Richard back to his mother, who patted him on the back before she grabbed onto the swing, moving towards his father. As Richard watched his mother swing, he looked up for a brief moment….only to gasp in horror as he saw his father's swing starting to rip.

"MOM, DAD! THE ROPE!" Richard yelled, trying to get his parent's attention. However, the cheers of the crowd made it difficult for anyone to hear him. Mary performed two flips in the air before she was caught by her husband.

But the moment she did….the rope snapped.

Time seemed to slow down as both John and Mary Grayson began to fall, their screams being drowned by the audience. Richard extended his hand, as if he could have been able to reach for them, even from afar. No matter what Richard Grayson did, he couldn't control time. He couldn't stop his parents mid air. He couldn't…...do anything.

*THUD*

Two thuds. Two loud thuds were enough to kill the excitement in the audience, replacing it with true horror. Mr. Haley, the other performers, even Bruce Wayne looked in pure shock at the two bodies in the middle of the circus. Richard felt his breathing pick up as he quickly rushed to the ladder, sliding himself down to try and help his parents. The moment he did, he rushed to their side, hoping, PRAYING he could do something. "Mom, dad!" Richard grabbed both their arms, shaking them as if they were asleep.

No response.

"Please, please get up!" He tried shaking their heads to see if they would react.

No response.

"Dick, you can't help them." Mr. Haley said, reaching out to the boy and placing a hand on his shoulder, only for him to shrug it off.

"MOM, DAD! PLEASE…...wake up….." Richard began pumping his father's chest, but he didn't react. He then tried his mother, only to get the same results. Losing all his strength, Richard allowed himself to cry, his head buried on his father's chest. He ignored the sounds of the audience, of Mr. Haley calling the paramedics.

To him….none of that mattered.

Richard Grayson…..was now an orphan.

There it is. The first official chapter of Nightwing, a story connected to the Arrowverse. Now I know this chapter wasn't exactly the most complex or exciting, but I think it's at least a good introduction to what we might see. Andre, Sofia and James are all original characters, so any connection to any comic book characters are cut short. I will be using a few more comic characters from the Teen Titans and DC in general. The reason I'm doing this is because I feel like having Nightwing and the inclusion of the Bat Family would add more to the Arrowverse than what we've gotten. And as I said before, I will change some things about the shows Arrow, Flash, maybe Supergirl and Legends. Not sure if I'll include Black Lightning since we don't know how well connected it is to the whole universe(if at all.)

For those who have watched some of the old Batman animated series, you will notice I did make some references to the episode where we learn about Dick Grayson's origins(it still made me said how Dick lost his parents.) I will be merging a few things from different media to this story while also trying to make it blend in with the Arrowverse(as complex as it is.) Hopefully you guys stick around to see what happens in the future case believe me: I have some big plans for this story.

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Next time: Cheshire.