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Metropolis [August 10, 2019, 21:49]

Nightwing watched from the rooftops in horror at the scene before him. Metropolis didn't even look like Metropolis anymore. Villains and Heroes were flying around, Fighting to kill, or brawling in the street, attacking each other like violent animals. Over his head, he caught glimpses of Superman, Superboy, and Supergirl fighting Darkseid, the being that started this whole "Crisis". They were fighting to the death with the earth as the victors prize. Below him, the Justice League and Members of the Team were fighting The Secret Society of Super villains, each fight more intense and gut wrenching than the next. He caught glimpses of Tigress battling Black Spi

der, Zatanna and Dr. Fate subduing Felix Faust, Martian Manhunter and Captain Marvel fighting Black Adam and Malefic. Other heres were doing the same all over the globe, but the real battle, the real battle is here in Metropolis.

Nightwing didn't know who to help or how he should help them. He was running out of gear, already sustained major injuries from a rematch with Deathstroke, and struggling with a limp leg from a gun shot wound. Plus he didn't even know what he could do to help anyone. He caught a glimpse of Batman fighting Bane in the street's, but knew if he intervened in the middle of that fight, he would just get himself killed. Lying on the rooftop, he sat there bandaging his leg, vowing to get up when his Team communicator started crackling.

"Batgirl to Team! It cried out desperately. We're pinned down here! Need any available backup!"

Nightwing immediately stood up when he heard the voice on the communicator. Batgirl. Barbara Gordon. He immediately got to his feet, and pulled out the communicator. "Nightwing to Batgirl! I'm en route to supply back-up. What's your location?"

Batgirls voice immediately responded, her voice becoming more panicked with each word. "Dick, were fighting in the abandon Midvale orphanage ! we're in trouble! It's the society! They let the Joker in the fight and he's turning on them! He's attacking everyone! The Team too! He's-".

BANG.

A scream, a frightening laugh, and a cut of the transmission silenced the conversation.

"BARBARA!" Nightwing yelled. He ran towards the Midvale orphanage.

Hold on He thought.

Please don't be dead.

Please don't be dead

Dick's POV

Gotham City Pier 42 [January 11, 2020, 3:20]

"It's the Bat!" They cried when they saw me.

They shot at me but I deflected it with my cape. Robin spun behind me.

" Why do they never shout out my name in fear?" He complained before landing on a guy's head.

I landed and punched a guy in the stomach. I heard the cocking of a gun, and reached for a Batarang, but Robin beat me to it throwing his own Batarang.

"Your too slow!" he yelled at me as he slammed his leg into a guys jaw.

I ignored him and deflected another thugs fist. I swept my leg under his, and punched him in the face, knocking him out. In less than two minutes, they were all on the ground unconscious.

"You really need to work on your speed Grayson." Robin said dusting himself off.

"And you need to start listening to what I tell you to do Robin. I replied. How many times have I told you not to use names in the field?" Damian just spat on one of the thugs.

"Yeah well, when you get faster, I'll start following your silly rules.

This kid…. what a pain.

"Lose the attitude. I said sounding more and more like Bruce. I can still offer Red Robin his old job back."

Damian just snickered. "I'm much more reliable than Drake is."

I sighed, and pulled out my grapple gun. We swung back onto the rooftop, as the cops showed up. As much as I hate to admit it, he was right. I was slowing down. It's this stupid cape. I've been wearing it for two weeks, and I'm still not used to it. I'm way off balance .

Oh, I guess is should introduce myself.

My name is Dick Grayson.

And as crazy as it sounds I'm Batman.

The annoying little jerk next to me is Damian Wayne, the new Robin. We're not exactly off to a great start as partners, particularly because he's an impulsive little brat. Makes me wonder if I was ever this bad when I was Robin.

Anyway, we grappled to the top of the building, and I pushed a button on a remote control device. Immediately the Batmobile flew in front of us. Yep, we have a flying Batmobile now. Believe it or not it was Damian's idea. Say what you want about the little twerp, but he is a genius. He took Bruce's blueprints, and modified them a bit, and BOOM! Next thing y'know were cruising in a flying Batmobile We hopped in and, I flew us back to the Wayne Enterprises Penthouse. Bruce always liked the mansion, because it had the cave, but I always felt we were too far away from the action. So now were set up in a Penthouse in the city. Of course you can't be batman without the gadgets, so we set up a sort of Bat-Bunker beneath the penthouse. It's not as huge as the cave, but it has all the comforts of home.

When we got there, Alfred greeted us. "Welcome back sir" He said holding a tray of sandwiches.

I ran right up to him, and started munching on them, but Damian walked right past him.

"You can bring my supper up to my room Pennyworth." He said storming to the elevator. "Yes Master Damian." Alfred replied, a touch of annoyance in his voice.

As Damian went up with the elevator, I took off my cowl, and just stared at one of the empty Batman suits. And not for the first time, the thought that maybe I'm not ready to pick up where Bruce left off plagued my mind worse than one of the Riddlers lame riddles. It's not like I wanted to, even.

Bruce, in his private will anyway, told me not too.

Clark told me not too. Even the team, my friends, told me Nightwing could keep Gotham City safe.

But what none of them realized is that Gotham doesn't need Nightwing.

It needs The Batman.

And Tim may be brilliant, but he's just not ready to be Batman. He's too young for a burden like that (then again, I suppose I am too). And Jason… well he was never the stable type as Robin and now that he's back, I don't think thats changed much. He's probably gotten worse. And Damian's got the skills of Bruce combined with the maturity of Jason on his worst day, so he's not exactly an option. That just leave me. And that terrifies me. I never wanted to be Batman.

And yet, here I am.

"Are you alright Master Dick?" Alfred asked me.

If there's one thing Alfred is, its perceptive. He's able to read people, and I'm no exception

"Alfred…. I paused trying to decide if I what I was going to say sounded too whiny. "Am I doing the right thing? Taking Bruce's place? Because it seems like I'm just a downgrade from him." I eyed my cowl again. "The World needs Batman. I know that, but what if I'm not that Batman?"

Alfred put down the tray of sandwiches and rested his hand on my shoulder.

"Sir if I may…" He paused considering his next words carefully.

"With the exception of Master Bruce, No one has more respect for the mantle of Batman than you."

I looked at him with gratitude but, I just couldn't shake the insecurity, I rested my hand on my face. Just the thought of Bruce, the thought of the man I'm trying to live up too, made the cape even heavier than it already was.

"I miss him so much Alfred." His hand on my shoulder tightened.

"As do I master Grayson. As do I."

We stood there in silence for a moment, until an alert on the new Bat-computer came up. I went over and clicked it. It was Tim Drake. The leader of the Team.

"Hey Dick do you have a moment to come down to The Manor? the Team could us your opinion on something."

I used to love when they would come ask me for my opinion. And yet, since I became Batman, I'm not sure I'm in any position to give them advice. I put the cowl back up and merely responded.

"I'll be there in 5 minutes Red Robin."

I shut the computer off, and hopped into the Batmobile. I revved the engine, and feeling the power of my new vehicle, I realized something. It Doesn't matter what I think. It doesn't matter who I think I am. I'm not just on my own anymore. I need to be smarter, better, more responsible. I felt the Batmobile transform and leave the ground and suddenly remembered what I am.

My name is Dick Grayson.

And I am Batman.

Gotham City Pier 42 [January 11, 2020, 3:40

Jason Todd Watched the Batmobile leave the pent house. No one else could see the exit it; it was so ingeniously put in the sewers so it could come out of any of the large drainage pipes. If a normal person saw the car leave a pipe, they could make a million guesses as to where the cave was and probably be lost as to where it was.

But Jason Todd wasn't anyone. He beat death, something his former mentor couldn't even accomplish. He watched as the bat mobile converted into a small aircraft and take off in the night.

Grayson.

He wasn't worthy to be Batman. Batman is gone. His way of Justice was over. And a new era should begin.

He stared at the letter he was given by an assassin, no more than an hour ago.

Dick was wrong.

And Jason was going to show him why.

Metropolis [August 10, 2019, 21:49]

When Nightwing crashed into the Orphanage, He immediately wished he didn't.

Everyone of his senses was impaired with an absolute horror. He could hear the echoing sound of a terrible laughter down the hallway. His sense of smell was shouded in a copper like smell. Blood. As he walked he could feel the floor being covered with something lumpy and rough. But the worst was what he saw. The entire floor was littered with both heroes and Villains, unconscious, crippled, or worse. He saw Lagoon boy, a bloody mess, and then Cheetah, and Tempest, and Warp.

But then he saw Barbara.

"No… god no." He limped over to Batgirls and nearly collapsed at her body.

"Oh god. Barbara. Barbara." He sobbed, taking her in his arms.

He noted where she was shot. Below her stomach. Right into her spine. A wound there isn't fatal, but if she's lost a lot of blood…

"Barbara, please wake up. Barbara please don't go" He cradled her.

He paused for a moment. "I love you Barbara." He whispered.

The tears streaming down his face. He had hoped, pleaded that would somehow wake her up.

But her body remained lifeless.

He looked at her continuing to cry over her, when he felt the cold steel of a unpressed to his head.

"Don't worry bird boy. I've already punched your ticket to join her."

In an instant he heard the click of the trigger and prepared himself for the bullet. But it never came. The gun was empty. The Joker ran out of bullets. There was a silence. Until the Joker began to howl with laughter.

"HAHAHAAHAHA! Okay even I can admit thats Hilarious! I'm all out! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Nightwing's shock contorted to a rising anger. The Joker. He had caused him so much pain. He had beaten him down so many times as Robin, killed Jason Todd, and even tried a scheme that almost drove Tim Drake insane. And now he killed Barbara Gordon. The worst thing you could do to Dick Grayson,besides killing Bruce Wayne or Alfred Pennyworth.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!". With a roar and rage that could rival any super villain, Nightwing spun around, slammed into him, and proceeded to beat the Joker into the ground. The sound of bones cracking mixed with the Joker continuing to laugh through the beating, only made him throw his punches even harder every time. When he was satisfied with the the thrashing, he grabbed his throat, ignoring the soft skin of his neck and began to grip it with tremendous force.

The laughter began to die down, and was replaced by a silent choking sound. Every second, he could feel an ounce of life drained from the Jokers body. He didn't care. No one else was going to die at the hands of this animal.

As the last breath began to escape the Joker, signifying death, another from behind was taken, signifying life. He released his hands from the Joker, and turned to see Bat-girl gasping and groaning for.

"Barbara!" he ran over to her, hugging her fiercely.

He breathed heavily, absorbing that she was alright… and what the thought of his death almost made him do.

"Dick…" She began, as if trying to understand something.

"Stay with me Babs! I'm sending back-up! You'll be alright."

She paused, as if confirming what she was trying to understand.

"Dick… , She paused blinking back tears. I… I can't feel my legs."

Nightwing stopped and looked at her in disbelief.

"I cant feel my legs."

Dick Grayson couldn't find words for her. He didn't know how to comfort her. All he could do was hold her tighter, providing a hollow comfort. And she repeated what she said once more.

The phrase Dick Grayson would be haunted by the rest of his life.

"I can't feel my legs.

I can't feel my legs…"

Next Wednsday, Chapter 2: Reunions : Dick Grayson is confronted by the people in his life, questioning his choice to be Batman. Jason is Approached by a stranger who offers help in his war against the new Batman. In the Flashbacks, we find out How Batman died, and the conclusion to the "Crisis"