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Gotham: Quake
Nightwing I
It was a dark night, a cold one for Dick Grayson. He had to learn to re-adjust to the hurried winds of Gotham City, after spending so much time in Bludhaven, where the wind currents were blocked by the towering skyscrapers that lay at the edge of its sister city. But here, at the heart of Gotham and in the heart of night, there was no escaping the prevailing wind that Dick suddenly decided he liked. No matter how much he missed Bludhaven, Gotham always held a special place in his heart, Gotham was his home.
"Dick? You There?" Dick was brought back by the sound of a familiar voice in his ear. It was Tim. He grinned as he rose a hand to his earpiece, steadying himself on his stone gargoyle perch.
"What's up, Baby Bird?" Dick knew he hated that, especially when Barbara or Cassie used it, but he also knew he was the only one who could get away with it.
"Just wrapped it up with Ivy. Babs and Cass are still out on Scarecrow, and Bruce took Demon Breath into the sewers."
"Croc?"
"Who else?"
"Look, Tim, I know you're going out of your way and all-"
"No. Its perfectly fine. I guess I need a break from the team every once in a while. Bart practically shoved me out the door the minute I left him in charge.. Besides, you guys couldn't handle this breakout all by yourselves, and its good to come back here, even though I haven't exactly gotten to take leisure in my stay..."
Dick laughed and shook his head. It was good to have his brother back, even if it was for a short while. Ever since the Red Robin had left to lead his own version of the Titans, this time over in New York City, he rarely came back to Gotham, save for a few calls on slow days, which just wasn't the same. It was only on emergencies, such as tonight's latest Arkham breakout, that Tim left to lend an extra hand.
"Well then I guess we should-" Dick's sentence was cut off by a low rumbling sound, a sound that Dick had heard once before, and had hoped he never had to hear again. "Tim? Tim!" Dick yelled frantically, hoping to get in contact with his little brother before it happened. Not Again, he thought, this can't be happening!
The sound was abrubt, but the feel was what surprised Tim. The way he felt it reverberate in his chest frightened him and he had to get away. But it was all over. He couldn't get away, it was impossible. The ground shook, and Tim's feet felt unsteady on the pavement. It was pretty loud, in fact it was really loud, but Tim heard none of that. All the 16 year old crime-fighter noticed was the widening cracks in the ground below him and then darkness, and then what felt like the entire world open up and swallow him whole.
