Here we go….and for those that have noticed, The Grey is loosely based on Rose Wilson, but isn't.
The Grey walked the streets once more, her hood still up. She leant against a wall and stared at the place the first Grey died. She sighed, and dropped her single flower and walked away. She passed a group of teens (a Goth, a well-built bald boy, a red headed girl and a boy in shades.) without so much as acknowledging their existence. She walked into a high class club, merely looked at the bouncer, who nodded. She entered the Iceberg Lounge.
"Miss Grey! Wonderful to have you here!" The owner, Oswald Cobblepot, formerly The Crime lord Penguin greeted her.
"Hey Ozzy. I'm here for Dads stuff, nothing more." She said with a slight smile.
"Oh, I see. I take it you are here to kill his murderer?"
"Robin will pay."
"He's not Robin anymore my dear. He's Nightwing."
"How do you know that?"
"His voice and combat style." Oswald replied.
"Ah…So there's a new Robin then?"
"Indeed."
"Then my target is Nightwing. I have nothing against this new Robin."
Oswald led The Grey to a backroom. He pointed at a dented footlocker.
"Cyrus's things are in there my dear." He said.
"Thanks Ozzy."
"My dear?" He said.
The Grey turned her head to look at him.
"Yeah?"
"He'd be proud Samantha. He really would."
"I know, I know." The girl said.
*scene break*
Nightwing was perched on a rooftop, with binoculars peering at the docklands, and at the single solitary figure standing in the middle on the warehouses, donned in a trench coat. There appeared to be a stereo at her feet.
"Robin to Nightwing, we're in position." Came Robins voice over comms.
The sound of The Killers music drifted from the figures stereo. Unbeknownst to the figure, Nightwing had dropped down from his vantage point, he crouched down and crept toward the figure.
"It's good to see you, murderer." The figure, clearly a female said, without even looking at him.
"Murderer? I've never killed anyone." He said.
"Oh? What about The Grey hmm? What about him?" She said, her voice increasing in volume.
"That was an accident. How do you even know about that?"
"Oh, that had an impact on my life, Robin. Now it's time to face the consequences of crossing The Grey, and killing my father!" She yelled, pulling a war knife from her sleeve and stabbing Nightwing in the ribs in one fluid motion. Nightwing staggered backward, knife still in his chest.
The Grey began kicking his chest with her boots, her steel toecap boots.
Robin and Batgirl dropped down and both threw a batarang and The Grey, who caught them with a swipe of her arm.
"Miss M, we may need help here." Robin said in the mindlink.
The Grey sprang forward, grappling with Robin as Batgirl tended to Nightwing.
"Stop…" He croaked. "She's just angry about…her dad."
"Mal, get us all out of here! Now!" Batgirl said into her comms.
The docklands and The Grey melted away, and the cave shimmered into view.
*scene break*
A few hours later, The Grey arrived home, and threw her big rucksack to the ground. She went and showered, ate half a curry and started up her camera. It fizzled into life and soon, she was broadcasting to the Justice League.
"Good evening, Justice Leaguers. I am The Grey. I have someone here I am certain you'll want back." She spun her camera to the rucksack and opened it.
"This is Robin, though my quarrel is not with him, he is with you, Nightwing. In twenty three hours, I will reveal his real identity to the Criminals Bane, Scarecrow and Riddler. In five hours, I will send a copy of this message to every news agency in the world. This is your ultimatum Nightwing, come clean about my father, and your friend lives. I also want it known now that I wish it hadn't come to this." The Grey half saluted and turned her camera off, mentally thanking The Penguin for his tech.
'S been too long! I hope you enjoyed this one folks,
Cult'r out.