"Dick Grayson, what have you done," Nightwing muttered to himself. Long ago
he'd been that side kick to the great Batman. Now, he was a criminal. A
fugitive if you will. Too long.
"You talking to yourself?" Ivy asked, slinking around the bowling alley.
"No," he replied. "Chastizing myself. I used to be the good guy."
Ivy shook her head. "Men and their pride. Its amazing any are still alive."
"Do you think the police officer died?" Nightwing asked, surprised how much he sounded like a wounded child.
Harley marched into the room. "Be quiet! We need to formulate a plan. After all, Mr. J is still rotting away in that damn prison, while you two are musing about the past."
Scarecrow sat quietly, musing over a realistic looking toy gun Harley had dropped. He wondered if it really would fire, plastic or not.
"He's in what prison," Scarecrow asked, looking up. "If you could free Nightwing here, I'm sure it will be no problem."
Harley grinned. "But I need a distraction, something that will put Gotham police on alert all night. That's why I needed so many of you. One prison break will drive the press mad. What we need is to divide the city. Scarecrow, you take the east wing. Ivy, you take the south, because that's where all the plants seem to be located. Nightwing, you take the Northern border, where the Asylum was moved. I'll take west, where the prison is. Got it?"
The others muttered, wondering what there need was. "The rest of you, and in control of the crowds. Kill anyone you want, but don't let your face be shown. It should be fun." Harley's face perked up and she let out a shrill laugh.
Dinah helped Barbara back into the watchtower. The place was trashed, but she knew Alfred would be willing to help. It was nothing like the condition of Wayne manor, which was currently as over grown with weeds as the mythical castle in sleeping beauty. The grounds were nearly destroyed, but the entire area remained, should Bruce Wayne return from Arkham Asylum.
"I hope Helena is okay," Dinah sighed.
"As soon as Reese is out of danger, she'll be fine."
"Reese is out of danger," Dinah told Barbara.
"He won't be out of danger until he's some place safer than the hospital. Don't you think that's where they'll be looking?"
Nightwing patrolled. What could be a better distraction that an asylum outbreak. It was then that he realized the crucial thing. He could make it right. In a few clicks of a lock, Batman would be free to patrol his city again.
Dick Grayson was careful not to trip any alarms as he snuck inside. It was a job in itself, but no security was alerted, and therefore he was free to wander. He looked up to the patient listings, plainly posted on a while. In the long term ward, he'd find Bruce.
For years, Bruce had watched him like a father, never worrying about the cost of Dick, or even fussing over stupid things like him wanting desperately to play little league. He even fostered the cost of Gotham University. This was how Dick repayed him? He walked away, got himself in trouble, and instead of being a crusader for justice, brought a mark of evil on the Batman name.
Nightwing wandered the halls, carefully looking in each room, through the tiny barred windows.
Bruce was at the end.
While Nightwing had expected to see the normal, full powered Bruce Wayne. He found a different sight.
"You talking to yourself?" Ivy asked, slinking around the bowling alley.
"No," he replied. "Chastizing myself. I used to be the good guy."
Ivy shook her head. "Men and their pride. Its amazing any are still alive."
"Do you think the police officer died?" Nightwing asked, surprised how much he sounded like a wounded child.
Harley marched into the room. "Be quiet! We need to formulate a plan. After all, Mr. J is still rotting away in that damn prison, while you two are musing about the past."
Scarecrow sat quietly, musing over a realistic looking toy gun Harley had dropped. He wondered if it really would fire, plastic or not.
"He's in what prison," Scarecrow asked, looking up. "If you could free Nightwing here, I'm sure it will be no problem."
Harley grinned. "But I need a distraction, something that will put Gotham police on alert all night. That's why I needed so many of you. One prison break will drive the press mad. What we need is to divide the city. Scarecrow, you take the east wing. Ivy, you take the south, because that's where all the plants seem to be located. Nightwing, you take the Northern border, where the Asylum was moved. I'll take west, where the prison is. Got it?"
The others muttered, wondering what there need was. "The rest of you, and in control of the crowds. Kill anyone you want, but don't let your face be shown. It should be fun." Harley's face perked up and she let out a shrill laugh.
Dinah helped Barbara back into the watchtower. The place was trashed, but she knew Alfred would be willing to help. It was nothing like the condition of Wayne manor, which was currently as over grown with weeds as the mythical castle in sleeping beauty. The grounds were nearly destroyed, but the entire area remained, should Bruce Wayne return from Arkham Asylum.
"I hope Helena is okay," Dinah sighed.
"As soon as Reese is out of danger, she'll be fine."
"Reese is out of danger," Dinah told Barbara.
"He won't be out of danger until he's some place safer than the hospital. Don't you think that's where they'll be looking?"
Nightwing patrolled. What could be a better distraction that an asylum outbreak. It was then that he realized the crucial thing. He could make it right. In a few clicks of a lock, Batman would be free to patrol his city again.
Dick Grayson was careful not to trip any alarms as he snuck inside. It was a job in itself, but no security was alerted, and therefore he was free to wander. He looked up to the patient listings, plainly posted on a while. In the long term ward, he'd find Bruce.
For years, Bruce had watched him like a father, never worrying about the cost of Dick, or even fussing over stupid things like him wanting desperately to play little league. He even fostered the cost of Gotham University. This was how Dick repayed him? He walked away, got himself in trouble, and instead of being a crusader for justice, brought a mark of evil on the Batman name.
Nightwing wandered the halls, carefully looking in each room, through the tiny barred windows.
Bruce was at the end.
While Nightwing had expected to see the normal, full powered Bruce Wayne. He found a different sight.
