For how long he was out, he didn't know, but the first thing Arsenal felt was the absence of that pleasant feeling, followed swiftly by the pain in his head- and all over the rest of his body. It was like whenever Oliver had kicked his ass in training, but a lot worse. He opened his eyes and tried to get up, but a voice commanded, "Don't get up- you're still recovering."

Ignoring the command, Roy grunted until he was in a sitting up position. Opening his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar apartment. It wasn't too shabby, and in fact looked pretty commonplace, save for the kitchen being filled with all sorts of test tubes and whatnot, with the table being where he found himself awakening. Checking on himself, he found that while he still had his suit, his mask was off, lying on a nearby countertop.

"Where am I?" Roy asked.

"My place," a voice said. Roy turned around to find the man with the bird on his chest walking in with some sort of liquid. "Sorry Roy, but I had to take you here after your encounter with Count Vertigo. Now drink up."

Handing the glass with the green liquid to Roy, he waited until his younger compatriot took a drink. When all that accomplished was warrant a raised eyebrow, the man explained, "It's the antidote to the Vertigo you got hopped up on. I don't know if it's fully flushed out of your system yet, and I'm just making sure it is."

Reluctantly, Roy took a drink from the glass. Fighting the urge to throw up, he exclaimed, "That tastes disgusting!"

"Sorry it's not cherry flavored," the man joked. "I just whipped it up- I didn't exactly have the time to flavor it."

Nodding in both appreciation and understanding, Roy continued to drink the antidote, though it didn't help that it still tasted like week-old piss. In between tiny mouth-fulls, Roy asked, "Will you finally tell me who you are?"

"Don't see why not, Harper," the man responded. "My name is Dick Grayson, and like I said, this is my city. I've been looking over this town for a few years now."

"Wait, how come I've never heard of you then?"

"Do you really think news of some sort vigilante would spread out of Bludhaven? Besides, the police don't really believe I exist- I guess they think I'm some sort of myth right now or something. Kinda ironic, really."

"Ironic? How?"

"Ironic considering who I used to roll with," Dick answered cryptically.

A thought suddenly struck Roy. "Wait, are you saying you're not the only other vigilante?'

"Did you really think you, Oliver Queen, Sara Lance, and Barry Allen were the only ones running around at night with masks on?" Dick teased with a smile. "You're not alone- you just don't know about everyone else yet."

"But then, who else is out there?" Roy asked.

"Something I might tell you in time. For now, take your medicine and get your butt back to Starling," Dick answered. "I'm sorry that we weren't able to get Count Vertigo, but since he is still active, he might head for Starling. I don't know when the rest of your team will get back, but you should be there when they do."

"Yeah, you're right." Roy finished taking the antidote, then picked up his mask, putting it back on. "Where's my bow?"

"By the door," Dick answered. "I repaired it while you were out."

Roy thanked Dick, then picked up his bow. Before heading out, he asked two more questions. "By the way, how'd you know who I was?"

"Felicity Smoak isn't the only computer genius in the vigilante community," Dick grinned.

"Fair enough. But what are you called? I'm guessing Robin or something by that bird on your chest."

"Robins aren't blue, dumbass," Dick chuckled. "Though who knows? Maybe I'll color it red sometime." Dick took a moment to ponder the question, however. "You know, I've never really considered that. Criminals never needed to know my name, and the people I used to roll with just called me Dick. I guess you could call me by the codename some of the cops who think I'm real have begun calling me.

"Guess you could call me: Nightwing."

-X-

Within a dark location…

A figure stared at the city outside. "The Arrow… The Canary… The Flash… The Bird of Bludhaven… as each day passes, the amount of masks grow. But now… their time is up!"

The adventure continues in Nightwing.

A/N: Hey everyone! I hope you enjoyed my introductory crossover to Arrowverse Nightwing, "The Bird of Bludhaven". Please feel free to leave me feedback on it- I'd love to hear back from y'all so that I can craft a good Arrowverse Nightwing series- y'know, a series that Nightwing deserves.

And don't worry- I'll be back with Nightwing (hopefully) soon. I hope to deliver a written version of what you'd expect to see when tuning in to watch "Arrow" or "The Flash", complete with- yes- intro narration. XD But you'll just have to tune in and see what happens when it comes out. Until then, I hope y'all have an awesome day!

UPDATE: Nightwing takes flight Thursday, January 22, 2015.