BLUDHAVEN
Nightwing stood at the top of an antenna. He jumped off, and landed on a skylight. He looked through, and saw multiple armed goons in the room.
Nightwing: "Bertinelli say your prayers."
He slammed a tonfa into the skylight, and it broke. The goons Shot at the glass, as Nightwing dropped to the ground. He opened the doors, and ran in. The goons didn't notice him. He climbed up a ladder, grabbing one goon's ankle, and pulled him off the balcony. He dropped to the floor, unconscious, and Nightwing went onto the balcony. He climbed onto the railing, and jumped to a lower balcony, landing on one guard, and knocking him off. Another guard rushed over, and Nightwing dropped down, hanging onto the railing.
Guard: "I found some-"
He pulled himself up, grabbing the guard's head, slamming it into the railing, and throwing him over the balcony. He dropped to the ground, and threw a tonfa at an approaching guard, knocking him to the ground. He got up, and Nightwing punched him, sending him back to the ground, and he slammed his foot into the guard's face. He looked around. No sound. No guards.
-click-
Nightwing: "What?"
He turned around, and saw the Huntress behind him. She had her crossbow. Pointed at him.
Nightwing: "Well, this is a coincidence."
Huntress: "Not really."
Nightwing: "Go on."
Huntress: "Knew that you were gonna go after Bertinelli. If you had paid attention, you
would have known I worked for him."
Nightwing: "Oh my god."
Huntress: "Surprising?"
He ran at her, grabbing the crossbow, and threw it across the room. He ripped off her mask.
Nightwing: "Helena Bertinelli. Daughter of Franco Bertinelli. Crime boss."
Huntress: "Guess you are a detective."
Nightwing: "I get around. So, did he make you do this? Did you volunteer? Does he even know?"
Huntress: "He knows. He just doesn't exactly care."
Nightwing: "I can tell. I just want to ask him some questions."
Huntress: "Not gonna happen."
She threw a punch, but her arm was stopped.
Nightwing: "Not gonna happen."
He stopped another punch, and kicked her legs. She fell to the floor, and kicked Nightwing's ankle. He fell, and she got up, kicking him. He was knocked back, and pushed himself up, kicking her. She stumbled back. And punched him. Then again. The third time, he stopped the punch, ducked under another, grabbed her arm, twisted it behind her back, and pushed her forwards. She stumbled and turned around. Nightwing was gone. She quickly looked up, and Nightwing dropped onto her.
Nightwing: "This is fun."
Huntress: "One way to describe it."
Nightwing: "So, Bertinelli lets his daughter beat the crap out of people?"
Huntress: "Guy needs protection. He dragged me into it."
Nightwing: "Oh, well in that case, you're free to go. Get up."
Huntress: "Where are we going?"
Nightwing: "What are his plans? Did he have any? Does he know anything about Slade Wilson?"
Huntress: "Quite the charmer."
Nightwing: "Tell me."
Huntress: "Don't know, probably not any you're interested in, and beats me."
Nightwing: "Thanks."
He climbed up a ladder, and out a window.
The Next Day
THE POLICE DEPARTMENT
Jason walks through the halls. Arthur walks to him.
Arthur: "Hi."
Jason: "Have you found anything on him?"
Arthur: "Uh...yeah. We got him about 30 years ago. Attempted murder. That means he
should be about 50 now. We got reports that his left eye was stabbed in prison. It's gone now. Wears an eyepatch. Hair's white. Has a beard. I think he has a daughter."
Jason: "Thanks."
Arthur: "Why are you so interested?"
Jason: "I think he has connections to Falcone. With Wilson as a witness, we can get rid of him. And if we can get rid of him, Bludhaven will be safer, and we can destroy the whole gang war."
Arthur: "Okay. You think it relates to the body?"
Jason: "I'm sure as hell."
That Night
BLUDHAVEN
We see a figure standing on a rooftop.
He walks around.
"You come here often?"
"Nightwing. What a pleasant surprise.
Nightwing: "Yes, it will be quite pleasant until you're a bloody pulp. Who are you? Supervillain disease coming to Bluhaven now?"
"You can call me Deathstroke."
Nightwing: "Why's the left side covered? Better-oh my god."
Deathstroke: "What?"
Nightwing: "Slade Wilson. You are Slade Wilson. Oh my god. Are you working for Falcone?"
Deathstroke: "I am."
Nightwing: "Not good at keeping secrets."
Deathstroke: "It doesn't matter what I tell you. You aren't getting out of this alive."
He drew a sword from a holder on his back. He smiled through the mask. Nightwing rolled under one swing, uppercutting Slade. He pulled out a tonfa, rolled under another swing, and hit him in the jaw, then whacking him with the tonfa. Slade stumbled back, and ran at him. He dodged one attack, and punched him in the mouth. He right hooked Nightwing, and kicked him. He stumbled back, falling to the ground.
Deathstroke: "Pathetic."
He raised his sword, and Nightwing rolled out of the way. He swung it at Nightwing, who dodged, grabbed the handle, and fought for control. Deathstroke ripped it away from him, and swung upwards, slashing part of Nightwing's leg. He charged forwards, and Nightwing punched him again, taking the sword. Deathstroke looked at him, and pulled out a small, foot-long staff, which expanded into 5 feet.
Nightwing: "I see."
He threw away the sword, and ran at Slade, ducking beneath one
swing, and punching his mouth. Then again. Again. Again. Then, Slade whacked him with the staff, kicked his crotch, and slammed it against his head. Nightwing fell back, and Slade slammed the staff into him again. He kicked Nightwing's face, and slammed the staff into it. He smiled through the mask. Nightwing rolled out of the way, dodging the staff. He pushed himself up, kicking Deathstroke. He punched him, and Deathstroke punched back. He grabbed Slade's fist, twisted his arm, and punched him, then kicking him. He was sent backwards, stumbling. Nightwing ran over, and was uppercutted. Deathstroke kicked him, and whacked him with the staff, slamming into Nightwing's head. He was knocked to the ground, and tripped Deathstroke, quickly getting up. He grabbed Slade's face, and slammed him back into the ground as he got up. He grabbed the staff from him, and threw it off the roof. He slammed a tonfa into Slade's head, and kicked him off the roof.
THE POLICE DEPARTMENT
An officer sees Slade handcuffed to a pole, with a sticky note that reads:
'You can thank me later.'
The Next Day
Jason walks through the building. A cop walks over to him.
Cop: We got someone you were looking for."
Jason: "Wilson?"
Cop: "Wanna talk to him? He's in the interrogation room right now."
Jason walks into a dark room. Slade, unmasked, is sitting in the shadows.
Jason: "Hi."
He sits at a desk.
Slade: "I know who you are."
Jason: "Really?"
He smiled.
Slade: "You know the myth about how people only use 10% of their brains. Not true. But I use parts of my brain scientists and doctors don't even know about."
Jason: "That's great. We're you working for Falcone?"
Slade: "The Roman? Angelica?"
Jason: "Carmine Falcone."
Slade: "Ah, yes. I was."
Jason: "Did you kill the man in the ally?"
Slade: "I did."
Jason: "Who was he?"
Slade: "Beats me."
Jason: "Okay. What were his goals?"
Slade: "Boy, there are some things you're better off not knowing."
He leaned forward, showing his face. Dried blood surrounded an empty eye socket.
Jason walked out of the room.
Cop: "So?"
Jason: "He was working with Falcone. Nothing beyond that."
Cop: "So we can pin it on him. Good."
Jason: "Yeah."
That Night
BLUDHAVEN
Nightwing stood on a rooftop. He jumped down, and hung to the ledge, swinging into a window.
Falcone was sitting at his desk. The Huntress had her crossbow aimed at him. She quickly pointed at the window as Nightwing came in.
Falcone: "It's a party."
Nightwing: "Put that down."
Huntress: "Why?"
Nightwing: "We need him. Both of us. If he dies, what would they think of us? They
would hunt us down!"
Huntress: "I don't care. My father is dead!"
Nightwing: "What? Who-"
Huntress: "I don't know, but everything leads to Falcone! Poison bullet? It's him!"
Nightwing: "He can't die. I'm sorry, but he can't die."
Falcone: "The kid has a point."
Nightwing: "Falcone can't die. It's bad enough one mob boss is dead, and that will probably rally his men. But think this through. If another dies, well, who else is to blame? Wilson is in custody, no regular thug is gonna get past his defenses, and it sure as hell wasn't gonna be a cop! There will be a gang war in the middle of Bludhaven! People will die! Those who should and just regular people! You don't want this. I don't want this, and I'm pretty sure Falcone doesn't want this!"
Huntress: "I thought this through."
She shot Nightwing in the leg, and pointed at Falcone.
Nightwing: "No!"
He grabbed her ankle, and pulled her to the floor. He took an arrow from the crossbow, and stuck it in her leg. She screamed. Falcone smiled.
Falcone: "Well isn't this nice. You know, I have a gun."
Nightwing: "No you don't!"
He grabbed another arrow, and stabbed Falcone. He dropped to the floor, letting go of the gun, which Nightwing took. He pointed at Falcone, and got up. He limped across the room, and climbed out of the window, dropping a story.
Nightwing: "Ow."
THE POLICE DEPARTMENT
Slade sits with a cop in the interrogation room.
Cop: "I'll ask you again. What was Falcone's plan?"
Slade was silent.
Cop: "What was his-"
Thugs armed with machine guns, assault rifles, and shotguns burst into the room.
Slade: "This."
He gets up, and a thug opens the door.
Slade: "Thanks."
He gives Slade his mask, and he puts it on.
Slade: "Staff."
Another thug gives the staff, at one foot, to him.
The Next Day
Jason sits at his desk. A cop approaches him.
Cop: "He got away."
Jason: "You don't think I know. What did he say?"
Cop: "That it was all planned out. Must have been to tell you something."
Jason: 'That he was working with Falcone. It was a trap. We go after Falcone, try to get him on trial, all of us die. We die going after him, or in the courtroom."
His eyes widen.
Jason: "He knows who I am. Falcone knows who I am. He's gonna know now. He's gonna go after me!"
Cop: "What do you mean?"
Jason: "Nothing. Never mind."