"Batman!" Nigthwing hissed under his breath as the large dark figure jumped off the shipping crate, using his cape to glide down into the middle of the gathering below. I hate it when he does that, Nightwing thought to himself as he launched off the tin crate. He summersaulted in the air and gracefully landed beside batman in the middle of the drug deal tacking place on the docks of Gotham harbour.
All the hired henchmen aimed there weapons at the two vigilantes who had just crashed the party. "You guys just never learn do you?" Nightwing taunted, as he reached behind his head and grasped his two eskrima sticks, he then expertly twisted them around his figures, Wild West style.
One of the dealers spoke up, "See bird-boy that's where you're wrong". He reached a hand down to his belt and lifted off what looked to be a grenade. "A gift from an old friend" he said, bringing the grenade out into full view. He then opened his mouth to say more, but Batman had heard enough, he lunged for the man with the grenade. But was spear tackled in mid-air by one of the dealer's henchmen, they fell to the ground in a heap and started grappling.
Catching the memo, Nightwing let lose, side kicking one of the henchmen in the head knocking him out cold. He then dodged the oncoming shower of bullets and slammed another man up against one of the metal crates winding him.
He then proceeded to use his eskrima sticks to take down another handful of trigger-happy henchmen, while batman talked persuasion with his fists.
While Batman and Nightwing were occupied fighting off his henchmen the dealer pulled the pin on the grenade and threw it into the midst of the fray. "The Scarecrow says hi" he said simply, he then turned and vanished into the shadows with a devilish grin plastered to his face.
The grenade landed on the ground in the middle of the fighting and rolled next to Nightwing's foot, "What the….. Batman, Grenade!" he yelled.
Nightwing was about to kick it away when it exploded, releasing a white gas. The white cloud grew, obscuring all sight. Nightwing coughed as he inhaled, it burned his throat, chocking him. His eyes watered and he couldn't see. Batman used his cape to cover his nose and mouth as he searched through the thick white cloud for his partner.
Nightwing Stumbled back as his vision cleared a little, he tried to walk but tripped and fell over what must have been one of the henchmen. He sat up and looked at the face of the man he had just tripped over and did his best not to scream. The man he had tripped over was his father! And the body lying next to him is mother! They were in their Flying Grayson's costumes, the ones they wore on the night they died. Their lifeless, bloodied faces looked up at him.
"You failed us Dick" they said in eerie non-human voices "It's your fault we're dead".
"No!" Nightwing screamed
His vision went all blurry again and he heard voices….
"Failure! Disappointment! Murderer!" they screamed in his ears. But the worse was the sound of the Joker's insane sadistic laugh.
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"
The world spun and Nightwing collapsed in a fit on the floor.