Chapter 5: Nightwing Jr.
Dylan had seen nights like this before. Huge concert at the garden. All the typical scalpers and pick pockets were out in full etire waiting for the drunk(and high) concert goers to come out. But he couldn't be concerned with that tonight. It was the fifth straight night he had been sweeping through the city. The city his father once felt responsible for. The city he now felt responsible for since he put on his faters suit. Ironically enough the day he found the suit was the last day he saw his father.
He must have read the note over and over again. He kept hoping he would find out something he didn't realize before from the letter. Where his father might have gone to. And why.
Dylan was looking for his fathers bussiness partner. His father and a man by the name of charles young had bought a small company. His father had long since sold his part to charles for a lump sum of around 2.3 million dollars plus stock options. The stock options were the only reason he kept in contact with charles, or that's what he always said. Dylan wasn't ever really close with his dad.
Dylan's parents divorced when he was 7. He went to live with his mom. Olny saw his dad twice a month. When dylan was ten he walked in on his father practicing martial arts. Training and toning his muscles and skill. Since then his father trained him. Groomed him to the point where dylan consistantly would beat his father. He became faster, stronger and better in all aspects of his training. He did this all by age 16. 5 years later he was at his peak. He was in the best physical shape of his life. Graduated college from n.y.u. he had been offer two positions in high powered local law firms. Ontop of that, his father in that letter, had revealed to him his secret past and offered him the role his father once filled. He was now nightwing.
And in 5 days all that went away. His father hadn't called. He often stayed out 1 or2 nights. At friends houses or what have you. But he always called. And the timing was suspicious. Every year, at this time, his mother would have to have dylan. She always said that this was a hard time for his dad. He had a falling out with his foster father when he was younger. They haven't spoken in over 40 years. Then all at once he wrote that he was going to see him. That dylan should protect the city. Here was his old suit. Tell no one. Not even mom. That he would see him soon. It was to errie for him. He needed to find answers. Where was his father?
Charles stept out the sky booth and walked down the hall towards the elavator. Dylan watch as he got into his limo and drove off. He followed the black strech limo until it reached a parking garage. Up to the fourth floor and then stopped. Charles climbed out. He walked alone to the towards the entrance to the building. This was dylan's chance. He leapt down from the ceiling and pounced onto charle's back. He then picked charles up and threw him against the wall.
"where is dick grayson. Where!"
"what? I...I...um..."
"tell me!" dylan threw a punch into his stomach.
"I don't...know," charles said,gasping for breath." I haven't seen him in over a month. He...he stopped in to ...check on the ...stock. Said he wanted ...out. That was the last time I heard from him."
"you lie!" dylan screamed into his face and threw him once more into the wall. This time face first. He grabbed him by the hair and dragged his head back to face his. Dylan was furious. Where could his father be if this guy was telling the truth.
"I swear! Please don't kill me! Please!"
in the distance there was a noise. Like footsteps. Quick ones. Someone runing. Dylan stopped. He turned around. It was dark. All he saw was shadows. Then suddenly out of the shadows stepped a figure dressed in all black.
Batman spoke," did he forget to pay his taxes?"
Dylan had seen nights like this before. Huge concert at the garden. All the typical scalpers and pick pockets were out in full etire waiting for the drunk(and high) concert goers to come out. But he couldn't be concerned with that tonight. It was the fifth straight night he had been sweeping through the city. The city his father once felt responsible for. The city he now felt responsible for since he put on his faters suit. Ironically enough the day he found the suit was the last day he saw his father.
He must have read the note over and over again. He kept hoping he would find out something he didn't realize before from the letter. Where his father might have gone to. And why.
Dylan was looking for his fathers bussiness partner. His father and a man by the name of charles young had bought a small company. His father had long since sold his part to charles for a lump sum of around 2.3 million dollars plus stock options. The stock options were the only reason he kept in contact with charles, or that's what he always said. Dylan wasn't ever really close with his dad.
Dylan's parents divorced when he was 7. He went to live with his mom. Olny saw his dad twice a month. When dylan was ten he walked in on his father practicing martial arts. Training and toning his muscles and skill. Since then his father trained him. Groomed him to the point where dylan consistantly would beat his father. He became faster, stronger and better in all aspects of his training. He did this all by age 16. 5 years later he was at his peak. He was in the best physical shape of his life. Graduated college from n.y.u. he had been offer two positions in high powered local law firms. Ontop of that, his father in that letter, had revealed to him his secret past and offered him the role his father once filled. He was now nightwing.
And in 5 days all that went away. His father hadn't called. He often stayed out 1 or2 nights. At friends houses or what have you. But he always called. And the timing was suspicious. Every year, at this time, his mother would have to have dylan. She always said that this was a hard time for his dad. He had a falling out with his foster father when he was younger. They haven't spoken in over 40 years. Then all at once he wrote that he was going to see him. That dylan should protect the city. Here was his old suit. Tell no one. Not even mom. That he would see him soon. It was to errie for him. He needed to find answers. Where was his father?
Charles stept out the sky booth and walked down the hall towards the elavator. Dylan watch as he got into his limo and drove off. He followed the black strech limo until it reached a parking garage. Up to the fourth floor and then stopped. Charles climbed out. He walked alone to the towards the entrance to the building. This was dylan's chance. He leapt down from the ceiling and pounced onto charle's back. He then picked charles up and threw him against the wall.
"where is dick grayson. Where!"
"what? I...I...um..."
"tell me!" dylan threw a punch into his stomach.
"I don't...know," charles said,gasping for breath." I haven't seen him in over a month. He...he stopped in to ...check on the ...stock. Said he wanted ...out. That was the last time I heard from him."
"you lie!" dylan screamed into his face and threw him once more into the wall. This time face first. He grabbed him by the hair and dragged his head back to face his. Dylan was furious. Where could his father be if this guy was telling the truth.
"I swear! Please don't kill me! Please!"
in the distance there was a noise. Like footsteps. Quick ones. Someone runing. Dylan stopped. He turned around. It was dark. All he saw was shadows. Then suddenly out of the shadows stepped a figure dressed in all black.
Batman spoke," did he forget to pay his taxes?"