Blockbuster Grunt: "Hey boss, are you sure about pushing Nightwing like this? I mean what if he comes at us but this time he tries to kill us? I mean my guys are good, but they cant't beat Nightwing in a hand to hand fight."

Blockbuster sat in his large chair centered in a large, old, abandoned hotel. His base of operations.

Blockbuster: "Well then, tell your men to go home. Just let me take care of Nightwing" he said with an evil smile.

Blockbuster Grunt: "You sure boss? You got a plan or something?"

Blockbuster chuckled at the question and produced a glass vial filled with a green liquid from his pocket.

Blockbuster: "Yeah, something like that."

Nightwing sped on his way to Blockbuster's base. He knew where it was because he had confronted him before. The visit nearly cost him his life, but he had gotten evidence of Roland Desmond's crimes. Of course he had received help from Catalina Flores, aka the Tarantula. After getting the evidence, the two went to Catalina's brother who just happened to be the district attorney of Bludhaven. It was supposed to end there but neither Nightwing or Catalina knew that even he was in Blockbuster's pocket. The moment they gave him the evidence, he destroyed it right in front of their eyes. There were no copies. The disc was their only piece of evidence on him. Nightwing had made no copies and because of him, Bludhaven was burning. Nightwing shook his head. He was close. It was time to focus because tonight, he would break his former teacher's one rule. He had to in order to save this city and atone for his failure.

He was shaken from his thoughts by a group of trucks that barreled past him. Nightwing recognized the trucks immediately. They were Blockbuster's trucks. He gave them a quick glance but kept going. He didn't have time to involve himself in another street brawl. He had one goal. One target. Blockbuster.

About thirty seconds after passing Blockbuster's men, he pulled up to the hotel. The last time he was here, he barely got away from Blockbuster alive. This time, the results would be vastly different. After tonight, Bludhaven would be safe. The Huntress could take his place as Bludhaven's protector. At this point, he didn't care what happened to him. He could die in this fight, just so long as he took Blockbuster down as well, he would be at peace. His mind was set.

Nightwing walked up the stairs and through the doors of the hotel. Entering the lobby, he immediately readied himself. For twenty feet ahead of him sat Roland Desmond. He had already used his Blockbuster serum and was now at least eight feet tall. He was huge but none of that fazed Nightwing.

Blockbuster: "Well well Nightwing, I must say that I am disappointed. You were in over your head trying to save this city. Bludhaven belongs to me don't you see? I warned you that if you interfered with my work, I would destroy you. You should have listened Richard."

Nightwing's eyes grew as wide as the moon and his legs became weak. He felt like he was going to be sick. Blockbuster knew his identity. That's how he knew which apartment to blow up. That's how he knew to kill Josefina and Sophia in the way that he did. That's why he burned Haly's Circus to the ground. All because they meant something to him.

Blockbuster: "Oh yes Richard, I've known for some time now. You see, it just took a little bit of time to line up how I would destroy you. I know all about how you won't kill. That is why you are at my mercy. Why you will always be at my mercy. Don't you see, I've won. From now on, anyone you happen to talk to, share a drink with, hell sit next to at the bus stop will have been signed a death sentence by you. But I have a lineup in store for you of who to kill first. How about Mr. Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth huh? Oh wait, I'm forgetting someone. Ah yes, little Ms. Barbara Gordon. I'll make sure to kill her very slowly and very painfully" he said laughing.

Nightwing: "NO!" he yelled as he jumped at Blockbuster with his escrima sticks out.

Blockbuster had raised his arm, but Nightwing slammed his escrima sticks down sending 30,000 volts. This didn't seem to even bother Blockbuster as he knocked Nightwing across the room and into a pillar. He hit face first and landed hard. Immediately he knew that his nose was broken and his shoulder was dislocated. Standing up, he pushed his nose back into place and forced his arm back into socket trying not to yell in pain. Wiping blood from his mouth his fury boiled over. His anger caused him to find an inner strength he didn't know he had. He ran at a smiling Blockbuster and dodged a hit from his gigantic arm and countering with a heavy kick to the face knocking Blockbuster back. He didn't stop there. He kept kicking and punching forcing Blockbuster up an old exit staircase. Even after Blockbuster began to focus and his hits started landing, it was too late. Nightwing had gone into a state of rampage. For every hit that Blockbuster landed, Nightwing landed twenty. The hits had taken their toll on Nightwing but he fought through the pain. He kept forcing Blockbuster up the stairs until Blockbuster fell. Nightwing stood over him panting.

Blockbuster: "So what now. You won't kill me, I know you won't."

?: "But I will".

Blockbuster looked behind him to see a the Tarantula with a gun pointed right at his head.

Tarantula: "Nightwing, all you have to do is move. Let me take care of everything"

Nightwing was fighting himself. This was wrong. What was he doing? He was taught to be better. But if he didn't kill this man, then he would never stop.

Blockbuster: "Dumb woman, he won't move and he won't stop me. Isn't that right?" he asked turning to face Nightwing.

This was the only way. If Blockbuster wasn't stopped, then Bruce, Alfred, and Barbara would all be in danger.

Blockbuster laughed at Nightwing who was full of indecision. Then something happened that he didn't expect. Nightwing moved to the side.

The second Nightwing moved, Tarantula fired the gun blowing Blockbuster's brains all over the walls. Nightwing stared at his dead body before realizing what he'd done.

Nightwing: "What have I done? What have I done?"

Tarantula walked up to Nightwing and put a finger on his lips. She took his hand and took him to the roof.

Tarantula: "Shh. I'm going to make everything okay baby. I'll make it all go away. Just lay back" she said pushing him to the ground.

Nightwing: "No. Stop. Stop."

He tried to resist but his whole body was numb. He could only watch as Catalina Flores removed his suit and raped him.

Dick finished his story and noticed that tears had started falling from his eyes. The same was to be said about Barbara. She pushed herself up onto his bed and held him as he sobbed. She cried with him. She had no idea what he had been through. The two had a lot to talk about, mostly about his proposal, but that could wait. She wasn't there for him before, but she would be here for him now.

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