A Video Log:
A camera faces towards a sheer cliff wall. It is dimly lit, and voices murmur and resound, echoing into the highly attuned microphone. Richard "Dick" Grayson steps into view, wearing a pair of dark glasses and barely visible in the lack of light. He clears his throat.
"Today's date is July 1. Beginning of one of the worst weeks a vigilante has. Illegal firecrackers, fights, drinking. No one wants that. Me least of all."
He pauses, clears his throat again. This time, when he speaks his voice is hoarse, choked with emotions.
"It's been three years since the government shut down the superheroes operation. They insisted that only fully human vigilantes would be allowed to roam the streets, after all of the destruction and violence we'd caused. All alien or metahumans were detained for questioning, and registered in the witness protection program. I haven't kept touch with any of the former Titans, except for Roy, of course. Hell, I don't even know where any of them are. After… Bat-I mean, Bruce's accident, I lost track of them- it's harder than you think, trying to remember even your closest allies after an incident like that. Clark and Jon still come over to see him- they're no longer superheroes, but average American citizens, but myself, being a non-meta, can go out and be a more than average 'good Samaritan'. I'm Nightwing. And it'll be a long time until I hang up the spandex for good."
"Last night, Red Arrow- that's Speedy, or "Roy"- and I had a bit of a run-in with a superpower. First one I've seen in ages. I just know there's a conspiracy- when the Titans and JL disbanded, all of the superhuman villains disappeared as well, which is something Roy and I have been investigating lately… Anyway, we fought it with the help of a new group of vigilantes, one we can't seem to track. There are six of them, always dressed in full face masks so that we can never see their faces. The tabloids have been calling them "The Diamonds", since the only bit of flesh anyone's ever seen on 'em had a diamond tattoo that hasn't been seen again. That's all we know, because they never speak, and disappear without a trace afterwards. Another thing I have to look into."
Dick rubs his eyes blearily, glancing at what we assume is a clock before staring back at the camera.
"It's late. I have a rendezvous with Batgirl, Red Arrow, and Robin planned tonight. Better get sleep while I can. Richard out."