With the news of Batman's death... There was going to be crime. The major villains wouldn't attack just yet. Like many people, they believed that the Batman wasn't dead. And if they tried anything, he would be there to ruin their day. But the little thugs had no problem trying to test their lucky. Unfortunately for them, they didn't know that Nighwing was going to give them hell. "Shit, everything's so easy now that the Bat is gone!" "Shut up! We still got cops, idiot!" A group of three were trying to break in to a car. The night brought a light rain--as usual in Gotham. The three obviously weren't afraid of anything at the moment, so they were reckless. As they were trying to get the door open they heard a loud rev of an engine. A sleek motorcycle turned the corner with a drift, and came racing down the road towards them. The thugs were cautious, holding on to their weapons as they tried to act casual, and the motorcycle sped on by. A few seconds of looking at where the bike turned, and they went back at it... Only to be interrupted by the motorcycle taking a second lap, its headlights shining right at them. The man known as Nighwing climbed off, walking towards the men. "Evening, boys." He said, reaching his hands behind his back for his escrima sticks. "What the hell? You aren't the Bat." One of them said. "You're right, I'm not." Nightwing said simply, twirling a stick in the air to prepare for the fight. "Who are you?" Another asked. "I'll give you three tries to figure that out." He replied with a smile, still making his way towards the thugs. "Just a super hero wanna-be." One commented. Nightwing struck the sticks together, a large blue spark flying out of them, the tips now having a blue light wrapped around them. "Try again." "What the hell are those things? You the electrocutioner?" Another yelped, backing away from the masked hero. "Seriously?d One more guess." The hero sounded a bit offended at this point. "Wait... You're... You're the guy from Bludhaven! Batman's prodigy!" The first one finally exclaimed. Nightwing gave a shrug. "I prefer to go by 'Nightwing'" And with that, Nightwing threw a escrima stick at one of them, a bolt of lightning going through him. Night wing rushed forward, jumping up and tilting to his side to grab the man's neck with his legs, and in mid air made the man flip backwards hard on the ground. He picked up his other stick as he rolled backwards from the two other's attacks, jumping on his feet, then backflipping away. He looked at the two, putting out both of his hands, doing the "Bring it on" hand motions with both hands as the sticks balanced in the palms, and then he grasped them again as the two other thugs rushed for him. Nightwing spun away from a charge, pushing the man away as he did so, and swinging his stick upward to hit the second man's elbow. The second man yelped in pain, and swung his other hand towards the back of Nightwing's head. He ducked the swing, connecting the two sticks together, and pulling them apart near the man's stomach, sending a spark of electricity in to his torso, sending him back. Nightwing turned just to see the other man running towards him, about to swing a bat downward on him, but he did a high kick, stopping the bat with his foot. The second man managed to get up, and with his leg still up, Nightwing blocked a crowbar with his sticks, disarmed the man, and swung a stick right across his cheek. He was out cold. Leg still up, the thug shocked, Nightwing gave a small smile. "Still think I'm a wanna-be?" He asked simply, and with a fluid motion, jumped up, swinging his other leg hard in to the man's face. He also fell to the ground. Satisfied with his work, Nightwing put away his escrima sticks on his back, and started to drag the unconscious bodies to the sidewalk, cuffing them all to the street post. "Master Grayson." Alfred's voice appeared in Nightwing's ear. "go ahead, Alfred." Nightwing said, walking back to the Night Cycle. "I have done more research on Harvey Dent's cab service. It appears that he not only had cabs, but limos as well... And one has been seen with the cab service's logo on it traveling to a few bars throughout the night." "Great. Wonder if he's driving around anyone important. Thanks, Alfred. Send me the last known coordinates." -------------- Abigail Dent's Limo came to a halt at a red light. The limo driver sighing a bit, looking at his watch. he didn't get paid enough to drive around this late at night. He sighed, tapping his thumb against the wheel lightly waiting for the light to change... until he got a knock on his window. The driver jumped a bit, looking over to see a man on a motorcycle waving at him to roll his window down. "Geez..." The driver muttered, doing as the man requested, and as soon as he did... He took a little trip out the window. The driver hit the ground hard, and then he felt a boot on his head. "Your boss. Who owns the cab company. Who is he?" Nightwing asked. The driver tried to look up at him, clearly terrified. "Wh-What?" "The man who owns the limos! Who is he?" Nightwing said louder, pressing his foot down harder. "I don't know! I don't know! I go to my office, talk to my manager who gives me the schedule, and then I go! I swear that's it!"