Nightwing Written Series

by Revolving Karma

A masked Vigilante begins to wonder if he can truly save his city from the deranged criminals who inhabit it. His life slowly crumbles as the people he cares about begin to leave, get hurt or die. Once he thought life was sacred even when that life is spent on torturing others... But when a group of criminals cross the line, will he cross the line as well to serve Justice.

1. The End of the Begging of the End

Prologue

The densely populated streets are filled like rapid rivers. The Citizens walk carelessly around., unaware of the problems within this city. The sun slowly fades away, casting a shadow over the buildings and creating dark figures in the alley ways.

Nightwing, a vigilante: was observing the streets.

"Can they see it? The danger they are in, on every corner their is a drug deal or a robbery or a murder. These day's it seems like i'm the only one who can stop them."
Nightwing spoke with vindication, raising his words with every breath.

"Can I save Gotham from itself? Bruce never could. But he never took a life. He always told me that he made a promise to himself. When I was younger he made me take the same oath. I followed it blindly just like I followed him. I suppose I didn't know any better."

*He Chuckles*

"That oath. I broke that Oath a long time ago."

His temper rose as he watched the buildings explode and crumble to the sound of dynamite igniting and exploding. Thousands of people panicked and screamed around the city. Most of the citizens were dying, others were injured beyond repair.

"The best time to commit crime is during natural disasters or when a villain is on another power trip."

The fire fell and spread all over the perimeter, Nightwing quickly turned around once he heard hollow footsteps behind him.

There stood a man with a mask. The night was too dark to see the color of his metallic mask, but Nightwing knew who it was.

"Are you ready to die?"

The unknown criminal held a fully automatic weapon and pointed it at Nightwing's heart. Nightwing lifted his hand to his utility belt, he was in the midst of taking out a smoke pellet, when the masked man fired his gun.

No words, no remarks, just a bullet.

The bullet pierced through Nightwings body, blood dripped out of his wound and splattered on the floor. A tingling feeling transferred through his body as he moved his hand over the wound. Nightwing fell to his knees. The man walked over and kicked him to the ground. His body froze limp on the floor.

"Goodbye Dick!"

Nightwing's eyes slowly closed as the color of red filled his last thought.