Just a practice writing exercise of a fighting scene.

I don't own Nightwing, Darkseid, Batman, etc...

NEVER.

No. It just, wasn't like this.

He really shouldn't be here…

And he knows it.

Billions of light years away a planet called Krypton was destroyed and it's last son saved by the love of his parents, who he never knew. That infant became Superman. He became the world's greatest superhero.

And a fun challenge for the bullet headed golem known as Darkseid.

So how Dick found himself dodging the giant's humongous stone fists that were being thrown at him, he didn't really know.

The fist came down and Nightwing jumped back, turning to his side to throw a smoke bomb. Of course, this was stupid decision number-wait, what number was he on now? Smoke bombs were for escaping.

Point blank range of commonality, you did not escape this, unless you were Superman and the golem felt like torturing you for no specific reason for a prolonged amount of time.

The smoke did little to distract the evil conqueror, and the protector of Bludhaven city threw himself to the side as a foot tried to impound his skull. Yeah, that would have been nasty. Nightwing took the opportunity of the shock and lashed out with his ecrisma sticks, striking the giant across the face as he flew over him and landed far enough away that the brute's next fist didn't hit him when the monster swung around to face him. He jumped to the right, bending backwards to avoid another swinging fist, before hopping onto the arm that had just been trying to clothesline him and landing a kick to the side of Darkseid's face.

The opposite force gave him enough power to propel himself backwards as the giant reached up to crush his skull.

Wow, Blockbuster was nothing compared to this freak, though Nightwing's own, outside-his-city adventures did often show strange enough instances and creatures of mis-thought.

In the background, the hero could hear the rattling of three sets of chains, one set too strong for mortal man, another fused to the bracelets of an Amazon princess and the last made of pure kryptonite.

"Nightwing!"

The cry came in time for him to dodge the foot that was surely to have knocked his stomach out and away from his body all in the same moment.

OK, here was the layout as far as he understood it. He had gotten a call from Alfred first, Batman hadn't returned to Gotham in a few days, Troia had called him looking for Diana and "Clark Kent," they were saying, had been away on a vacation retreat. On a reporter's salary? Right.

How he had ended up here, he couldn't really take the time to remember at the moment as the conquerer straitened and his eyes began glowing.

Crap! Just what he needed to deal with, Darkseid's Omega Beams!

While he jumped towards the nearest rock formation, up and up and side to side and over and up again he thought of the possibility of Superman gaining heat seeking heat vision. Now wouldn't that be weird.

After a few precious seconds of bouncing off the numerous rock formations surrounding them and plunging one of his ecrisma sticks down towards the brute when air borne, the Omega Beams faded from the surrounding space. OK, this time he had to thank his parents for the flexibility and for the current stimulants that his body was running on, due to the highly carbon monoxide atmosphere on this deserted space rock Darkseid had claimed as his own, future kingdom, that thanks went to Dr. Langstrom

He jumped sideways again just before the ground that was once beneath him caved in under the bullet-headed monster.

For a second Dick Grayson thought of the hilarity of the situation, here he was fighting a living antique-store-rip-off stone statue dressed in a black mini skirt.

"Excellent, you are living up to your predecessor's name."

Right. Nightwing, the legend, had been Kryptonian. Of course Darkseid would recognize the name, though if wasn't clear yet that he was purely human-like his mentor.

-Speaking of which.

Looking back at the strange alter that the dark conqueror had summoned from beneath the ground, the Trinity was still suffering. At the moment it was rather sad for the male race. There was Superman, suffering under the power of Kryptonite and Batman gasping as his lungs tried to take in the small amount of air that was barely contained in the planetoid's miniscule and thin atmosphere.

Crap!

-And he almost got shot with those Omega Beams again!

"Impressive, very impressive. Your mentor only escaped my Omega Beams once."

Nightwing gritted his teeth, remembering the shock the family had received at hearing of Bruce's supposed 'death' at the hands of this monster. Of course, it only came to Nightwing's mind that his opponent was deliberately trying to make him angry when the giant fist grabbed his left leg before he could jump back from a lashing from the giant stone fist. Of course, the brute only had to use a small percentage of his strength to completely shatter the femur bone within his grasp.

They say the worst pain a human can endure is having the femur bone cracked in half.

-And if it shatters in milliseconds?

Nightwing's vision swam into dark waters as he felt himself being pulled. Well, maybe he had a few more moments to review how he'd gotten here in the first place. He felt his foot being held in the stone grasp as he tried to focus past the pain in his leg that was literally killing him and concentrate on his memory of the phone call he had gotten from the original Wonder Girl.

A light beyond his eyelids was glowing, irritating a headache to full migraine degrees. His ecrisma sticks were sill in his hands. He lashed out blinding and then-

All was a black hole.

~Moonsetta