Nightwing POV
A cold November night in New York City found Nightwing a covert mission. Batcave Intel had picked up 3 possible suspects carrying Joker weapons. Batman was busy, so Nightwing was following one of the three. It had been 3 hours of silence on various rooftops. The suspect had been difficult to locate, but now that Nightwing found him the job had gotten pretty boring. Suspect was sitting on a bench reading the news. Of course Batman had asked him to do this mission, while he was getting all the action fighting Clayface. The only interesting thing about the evening was swinging from rooftop to rooftop, and even that was getting old. Nightwing checked his belt for food. He had eaten his last granola bar, and he was very hungry. Another 20 minutes passed. Nightwing was pretty annoyed at Batman. If this miserable mission turned out to be nothing but a lonely newspaper reader, Batman was going to get a piece of his mind. The "suspect" was wearing a dark hoodie with a large backpack. No wonder he was hard to locate, that was every guy the city. Luckily he had a distinct tattoo on his face or Nightwing would never have found him. "If this guy doesn't move in the next ten minutes," thought Nightwing, "I am going to leave." He swung to a different vantage point, so he wouldn't go into what batman called Gargoyle Mode. As Nightwing continued to observe with his mask's binoculars, he heard a voice behind him.
Raven POV
Raven blew a violet strand of hair out of her face as she gazed impassively at the shimmering lights of New York City. Perched on top of a skyscraper like she was, most people would have screamed and run as far away from the un-fenced in edge as they could. However, Raven was not most people. She was a half-demon, the 'unholy offspring' of the demon lord Trigon and his discarded bride Arella and ironically, a superhero and former member of the Teen Titans. Just as her mind wandered to thinking of her ex-teammates, a familiar dark shadow flitted from rooftop to rooftop. Hoping desperately despite her pessimistic nature, Raven silently teleported to the rooftop opposite the one she had been one, her body reappearing on the rough surface in a pool of shadows. The silhouette quickened its pace, just allowing her to catch a glimpse of unruly dark hair and a black body suit with a bird symbol emblazoned on the chest. An alien half-smile pulling at her lips, Raven called out to the figure, gaining a strange sense of satisfaction when it froze.
"Boy Blunder, or should I say former boy blunder. Subtle as always."
