Jones Sparrow

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Dick glanced around the room. A lot of people in this large room. The lounge itself gave off a bit of nostalgia... Not that good of one, though. The last time he was here he took out a couple of Penguin's thugs and then he watched Batman give Penguin himself a good sucker punch to the face... On second thought, It was a good thought. His attention turned to the woman who went in front of him, beating a couple trying to do walk over and talk to him. He gave a smile to the woman he met earlier before, and the person who invited him. "Hello again, Miss De-- er, Abbie." He said, remembering their discussion from earlier. He gave a laugh at her comment about the press, and gave a shrug. "As long as they capture my good side, I think I'll be fine with it. A bit too early to start my "diva" stage as a billionaire, right?" At the mention of a drink, Dick realized that he could really use one-- Not too much, though. Bruce taught him that one long ago. Act like you drink a lot, but never dampen your senses.

"A drink sounds great. You look terrific, by the way." He added, taking her arm and following her to the bar. He wasn't lying on that one, the blonde definitely was a looker, and she knew how to talk a crowd by the way the people they passed kept giving her "hello's" and smiles. She was an entertainer. A people person. As they reached the bar, Dick glanced at the different options they had. They were greeted by a bartender, and just like his host; Dick Grayson grew up being an entertainer. "You wanna play a game? I was a bartender in Bludhaven for a couple of years." Dick asked the bartender with a smile, taking off his suit jacket, and rolling up his sleeves. "May I?" He asked politely, indicating that he wanted to go behind the bar. He was (of course) accepted, and Dick went to work. "Follow the leader, alright?" he told the bartender.

They started off simple, Dick grabbed a bottle of bottle of vodka, pouring it in a glass. "Alright, alright..." He said approvingly at the bartender. and then Dick went to work. He grabbed bottles, flipping them around in his hands, tossing bottles from hand to hand, even doing a small juggling act before pouring mixtures of alcoholic drinks and juices together-- he didn't have a recipe, he just remembered what tasted good while working as a Bartender in Bludhaven. It didn't take long for the bartender to get lost, so he smiled and watched as Dick stirred his drink gently, and presented it to Abbie. "For the hostess." He said with a smile, then turning to the bartender and handing him a large tip as to say thanks for letting him do what he did.

"Not bad, eh? Although if you hate it, don't spit it out at me." Dick said, picking up his jacket with a smile.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Dick couldn't help but smirk a bit at her embarrassment. It was nice to see that she was the one that was flushed red than him last night. Red looked a lot better on her, not him. When she said her name, he kept the smile on his face, but his mind went crazy. Dent? How common was that name here in Gotham? Did Two-Face have a kid? Was this some sort of trap? Did they know his secret identity? you're being Paranoid, Grayson. Odds are, she just coincidentally had the same last name. Although she did have a mouth, she was obviously not evil... But it really couldn't hurt to check it out.

He gently took the envelope from her, letting go of her hand, and then nodding. "A party? My first few minutes as a billionaire and I'm already popular... This isn't a political party, right? I'm not going to show up in a dark room, the lights turn on and I'm surrounded by paparazzi asking a million questions?"

"I'll definitely think about it, Miss Dent. Thank you so much for the invitation... And nice ride. I like the color." He said, nodding over to her car. They said their goodbyes, and Dick closed the door. Alfred was already next to him. "So I'm assuming you're going to this party tonight, sir?" He asked rather slyly. Dick nodded. Half of him wanted to go to see if his suspicions were right about her. If she was the daughter to Two-Face and had evil intentions... The other half was tempted to go because it would be the first time he would be at a billionaire party without Bruce judging him from the corner.

"Give this to Barb. See if she can find anything about Abigail Dent..."

"Are you saying what I think you're saying?" Alfred asked, eyebrow raised as he took the invitation.

"I'm not sure... But she was the woman I met last night while on the Two-Face case... You can never be too careful."

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"Mister Grayson! Mister Grayson! How close were you and Bruce Wayne? Why are we just hearing about you now?"

"Mister Grayson! When was the last time you visited Gotham?"

"Is there a certain girl in your life?"

"Are you going to take over Wayne Enterprises?"

Dick Grayson was being questioned at high speeds. He was standing outside of city hall, his bright blue eyes dazed by the camera flashes. He wore a nice fitted suit over his dark blue shirt and black vest, and he was trying hard to find the words to say and not get himself in trouble. "I...er... Bruce and I were very close, but like a bird you gotta leave the nest some day. I never thought of him as a father figure, and that isn't a bad thing. He cared for me and I cared for him, and he knew that I already had a father. He didn't want to take his place.... Its been a while since I've visited Gotham. I guess that's the traveler in me. You lose track of time and forget where home is... Mister Fox is doing perfectly at Wayne Enterprises, and I'm very far from a businessman... And as for women, I got Gotham right now. that's all I need... But I assure you, I am not going to take Bruce's sacrifices and hard work for granted. I will do my very best to help Gotham in my own way, respecting what he did for all of us for so long... Thank you."

The interviews were boring, and he had to constantly check himself so he didn't do anything wrong... So far, so good. What he was really interested in was the party for later tonight, hinting that he will definitely be out on the streets tonight enjoying his first day in Gotham.

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Dick Grayson pulled up to the curve in his car, and stepping out to immediately hear gasps about him being here. It was weird hearing his name being murmured. It was usually Bruce. He looked up at the building. The Iceberg Lounge. He remembered fighting Penguin in this very place as Robin so long ago... But now its been quiet. No need to destroy a perfectly good lounge. Dick made sure his clothes were neat and clean, and walked in to the building, music immediately blasting as he stepped in.

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He would have never guessed that the woman who called him a Batman Wanna-Be would be standing in front of his door right now. He also wasn't expecting her to be so polite and respectful to him, and he also wasn't expecting to be called the butler.... He was obviously surprised about a lot of this. This girl was full of surprises, and she had no idea that he was the asshole from last night. She looked a lot better than she did last night. He already had a bad impression of her, but that really wasn't her fault. She had no idea that Two-Face owned the limo, all she knew was that a masked guy pulled her driver out of a car after a long night of drinking, and Gotham isn't really the friendliest place... And he could have acted nicer, but when it came to Harvey Dent, he had very little tolerance.

"Ah, yes. The master of the estate... I think he has some time to spare, hold on, let me get him." He said, politely closing the door for a second before opening it again. "Sorry, lame joke. But I'm the owner of the estate as of this morning." Dick Grayson said with a shrug, holding out his hand. "I'm Richard Grayson. How may I help you?" He asked politely. He's been practicing this kind of stuff for a while now, and with the help of Alfred, he can keep a small conversation without being too much of a smartass... But he guessed he let a little slip out with the bad joke when just meeting her.

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"You might want to be more careful with my name. It's gonna be big again..." He was kinda upset that she didn't know who he was. Why was he letting it get to him? She started to threaten him by calling the police, but little did she know, she actually knew the Commissioner rather well. "And I said before." He pulled out a device from his belt, aiming it towards her phone, pressing a button, and the phone went dead. "I'm not a wanna-be." The phone wasn't permanently destroyed, it simply drained all of its battery in a matter of seconds.

The first night in Gotham could be going better, but it was clear that he didn't have this woman's vote on "world's best hero!"

"I'm not saying you're bad. I'm just claiming that the people you work for, like it or not, isn't that great of a guy..." There was no real evidence on the limo tonight, but he was sure that with the information he had with him, he could figure out a few more things about Two-Face's business. He looked at the woman again, then the driver. "Take her home, drop this ride off, and I would try to find another job pretty soon." He nodded towards both of them, and examined the limo, and very smoothly while standing back up, he placed a very small tracking device on the car. He then walked over to his motor cycle, and with a rev of his engine, he was off.

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"Master Grayson.... Master Grayson. Please wake up."

A large groan escaped from the mess of blankets and pillows in the guest bedroom of Wayne Manor. "You have a big day today... And you have some visitors." Alfred said as he walked over to the curtains, opening them to let in sunlight. Dick rolled out of bed, and trudging for the bathroom. He was right. Everyone was going to know him sooner than later.

After a shower, Dick walked down the stairs in to the entertainment room where a small group was sitting. He wore a dark blue collared shirt with a black vest and matching tie. His hair was attempted at getting gelled, but it wasn't that easy to tame. He looked sleek, a gentleman, handsome. He fit the part of Bruce Wayne's heir. In the room sitting on the couch was the red head Barbara gordon, AKA Batgirl. She stood when she saw Dick, walking over to give him a hug. Both of them knew each other from a young age. Both trained under Bruce as students, and so they had a special bond. "How're you feeling?" she asked gently with a smile.

"Like my whole life is quickly going to be in the spot light." Dick responded jokingly. "Man we are going to have so many cool bachelor parties here, I can feel it!" Tim Drake said, walking over to the two with a smile. Tim was the current Boy Wonder, and Dick had a strong brotherly relationship with him. After he found out that Bruce took in another Robin and he died by the Joker, he was more protective of Tim, and he saw his potential of how great of a crime fighter he could be. Dick laughed, bringing him in for a hug. "Not on school nights... you're still in high school, right?" He asked jokingly.

"My father said that he could provide protection for you when the truth comes out." Barbara said with a smile. "But I told him you could handle it." Dick gave a nod. "Tell him I said I appreciate it."

"Sir, they are about to announce it on the news." Alfred said, turning up the television volume.

"...All my inheritance, all of my work, and all that my family has worked hard for goes to Richard Grayson. The boy I took in as a ward when his family passed on so many years ago..." was on the screen, with a headline of "Who is Richard Grayson?" A picture of him was on the screen as well, and another picture of him performing as a Flying Grayson so long ago. The secret was out, and he was sure there were a lot of people dying for an interview.

"We've already got news cars dying to see you, Master Grayson. Luckily Commissioner Gordan has cleared the residence." With that they all looked at Barbara with a smile. "I knew he couldn't resist." Barbara muttered with a smirk. Dick sighed, and shrugged. "So this is what it feels to be a billionaire. I thought I would immediately appear with a top hat and a few thousand bucks in my pocket..."

The group spent a few minutes talking. Not only was Dick on the news, but his alter ego was too. All the criminals that were taken in to custody claimed that Nightwing was back. A few of the reporters remembered him, and the city of Bludhaven definitely had good things to say about him. Everything was cheerful until they all heard the doorbell go off in the mansion.

Everyone was confused when they heard it, but Dick simply shrugged. "I'll get it." He said, making his way out of the room, though the main hall, and for the door, opening it.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Nightwing wasn't expecting the drunk girl to come out of the limo, and he really wasn't expecting to be kicked in the chest by the blonde. She obviously had enough to drink to make herself a bit tipsy--and mouthy. Nightwing backed up a bit, tilting his head, and when said that he looked like a wanna-be Batman, he flew his hands up in defeat. "Why does everyone keep saying that? Look, Miss. First of all: I'm pretty well known. Nightwing...? Savior of Bludhaven...?" He gave another defeated sigh. "forget it. I leave the city for a few years, and everyone forgets my name..." He muttered, walking over to the back of the limo, memorizing the license plate, then the logo on the side. It was definitely the ones that supposedly belonged to Two-Face.

"I don't go attacking innocent people either, by the way. Just when you get a tip that this limo belongs to a very evil man, you tend to use the fear tactic to get people talking. Speaking of which..." He made his way back towards the cab driver, he yelped in fear as he backed away, but he simply moved past the woman and went straight for him. He wasn't going to lose his lead on Two-Face because of a woman who had one too many to drink. "You never met the big boss? Which garage do you work in? What's your manager's name." He then turned to the woman. "You seem to know Jared." Before she could ask how he knew his name, he pointed to the limo. "There was a sign that read 'Hi! I'm Jared!' in the car... He has no criminal record? do you know his manager? or his Higher up?" He had a lot of questions for both of them. He was willing to spend all night talking about this.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

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."

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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!"

Gaurdians of the Galaxy; An Old Friend |Jones Sparrow & EasilyAmused|

Peter found it very hard to keep eye contact with Yondu for so long. Yondu was giving him a glare that he usually gave him when determining if he was going to double cross him or not (yeah, surprisingly this wasn't the first time this has happened...). Yondu always seemed to know when Quill was lying, yet it was like he was curious on what Peter had planned out in the long run. Even though Peter has gotten many threats, and seriously injured from time to time by the Ravagers, he wouldn't do anything to get them in (too much) danger.

So Yondu was thinking through his options. He could call every single one of the Guardians' bluffs, and just take Nikki. he could just kill Peter and the rest of them. But the temptation of Quill's offer was strong. Peter's concentration broke from Yondu when Nikki started talking. "I know I'm a gambling man, but letting you uncuffed is too rich for my blood, Beautiful." Quill said, looking over at her. "You'd easily take out this ship. And lose our chances of getting paid beyond our wildest dreams." He hoped that when this was done, the Council will pay them for their heroic stunt, and information of the people who tried to attack them. Yondu still gave Peter a stare when he looked back. The crew all looked eager for their leader to accept the offer, but it felt like Yondu wasn't buying it. After all they pulled off.

Peter gave a sad shrug. "Oh well... I guess we'll take our leave." Quill walked over to Nikki, lifting her up and putting her over his shoulders, a bit of showing off that Nikki was "their prisoner", and they were more than serious on taking them on. He nodded towards the exit to Gamora and Rocket, and they started for it. "Hold on a second." Yondu called out. Peter smiled, but he lost it when he turned around.

"How are you even planning on finding these Mercs?" He asked. "We know how to start trouble. They'll find us soon enough, but the process will go alot faster if they hear that the Ravagers are itching for a fight... Come on, Yondu. You and me, fighting side by side again." Peter still had Nikki on his shoulder, and he didn't know how long before his arm gave out. After another minute of silence, he held out his hand. "You got yourself a deal, Quill. But if you try anythin' funny, you're dead. And we want seventy percent of the score on this."

"We'll talk about the cut later. We'll contact you when we're in the Quadrant. We'll have a full out plan by then." And with that, the Guardians were walking out of the Ravager's headquarters, all of them surprised that they managed to pull that off... Even Quill.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

WHACK WHACK WHACK!

"With the last will of billionaire Bruce Wayne becomes public upon his request, we are all left guessing who will be the one to inherit the Wayne Manor, and the fortune that comes with it."

WHACK WHACK WHACK! BAM!

"Today we have our guest, Mister Lucious Fox, CEO of Wayne Enterprises. Mister Fox, what can we expect for the future of your company with not only the death of Mister Wayne, but with the main explosion that occurred in the headquarters?"

"We'll Miss Vale, you and i both knew what Bruce stood for, and as he stood down from CEO he still had a lot of input and faith in our company. He was always one step ahead, preparing for possible problems, and successes, and the future of the company that struggles to help people. So I'm not worried, although it was a tragic loss. I am certain the incident would have been much worse if batman wasn't there to stop it."

"And do you know who is going to inherit The Wayne fortune?"

"I don't think I'm paid enough to know that." Lucius said with a laugh, shaking his head. "I'm not sure who it is, but I've met a lot of Bruce's friends lately, and I know that whoever the person is, he will be trustworthy, respectful and a good person. Bruce was a good judge of character."

WHACK!

Dick Grayson had the television on as he was in the Wayne manor personal gym. He wore an athletic tank top, some sweatpants, and holding his weapons of choice: his Escrima sticks. He was practicing on a dummy, and the dummy was not looking too good after Dick's session. His black hair was a bit wet with sweat, he had his hands out in defensive mode, admiring his work.

Soon enough people will know that Dick Grayson was the owner of Bruce's fortune. The boy he adopted as his ward, trained to be a badass crime fighter, split from Gotham for years, and came back to make sure his city was safe. He owed it to the man that raised him.

"Master Grayson." Alfred, the Wayne's butler and the man who raised not only Bruce, but Dick as well. "You told me to get you when the sun was setting. Are you ready for this?" He asked.

Dick smiled, grabbing a towel and walking towards Alfred, patting him on the back. "I'm always ready, Alfred. Let's show Gotham it's new protector."

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Before Dick went out to introduce himself to the world, he might as well show the criminal world that Nightwing was here, and he was here for good. He was ready to protect this city just like Batman would... But with more finesse. Nightwing stood on a rooftop, throwing a Escrima stick in the air and catching it, listening in to the police records, or anything associated with Harvey Dent.

Doing some pre-research, he found out that Harvey has been making money by a company that was a cab service. He was surprised, and imprssed. He would have never guessed that from the psychotic ex lawyer... But now dick knew. And if he saw anyone driving his cab service, he would be sure to stop and say hello to them.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

The rain was falling heavier than usual in Gotham that day. The clouds were a dark gray as the rain dropped harshly on the backgrounds of Wayne Manor. A very select few were there to pay their respects for a fallen hero. The members attending all wore black, umbrellas shielding them from getting their suits wet. A pretty blonde named Vicky Vale was fighting back tears as she saw the coffin lower in the ground. An older man with graying black hair stood staring down at the coffin as well, a red headed girl holding on to him as she wept silently. Commissioner Jim Gordon and his daughter Barbara payed their respects. And older gentlemen who is now CEO of Wayne Enterprises, Lucius Fox stood with his hands crossed, muttering a soft prayer. The Wayne's long served butler, Alfred Pennysworth, was no doubt there as well, trying hard to keep back tears... By his side was a younger man named Tim Drake, also giving a solemn stare.

The last one to arrive was a taller man, short black hair, and a muscular frame. He held his umbrella as he walked over to the little crowd, looking over at the coffin being laid to rest. It has been a very long time since he has set foot in Wayne Manor. An even longer time since he saw a loved once's funeral... But he knew he wasn't dead. Come on, Bruce? It had to be for show. And with his detective skills, he had a feeling it was. He silently took his place next to Alfred, the man looking over at him with a grim smile. "Master Grayson... I wish that we could meet again under more pleasant circumstances... How much do you know?" He asked silently.

"I got he jist of it, but I'm sure I'll learn more as time goes on..." Richard "Dick" Grayson said, looking over at the older man. It was all over the news. One night an explosion happened at Wayne Enterprises. Of course Batman was there trying to prevent it, but nothing could stop the attack that Mister Freeze had in store. All anyone knew was that Freeze wanted something, it didn't go to plan, and a generator exploded... and that was the end of Bruce, and Batman... Or so they say.

"How are you holding up?" Dick asked gently, watching the dirt fill the grave. "I wish that I didn't live long enough to see another Wayne buried here..." Alfred said sadly. Dick only nodded. He gave another small smile to Tim Drake, and he returned it. Soon enough everyone started to depart as they said their goodbyes. They even shook Dick's hand as they left. They were there for the will reading.

It was now only Alfred, Tim, and Dick Grayson staring at the tombstone of their friend. Their mentor. Their savior. Bruce Wayne. "Are you ready, Master Grayson? Gotham won't hold back. It needs you to protect it, and now you'll be the newest bachelor in town once word gets out that you inherited Master Bruce's fortune." Dick nodded. "It was his last wish. I'll do my best."

Gotham didn't need Batman right now. But it did need protection. And there was only one person that Batman trusted to defend the city he called home for so many years. Nightwing was now the Protector of Gotham.

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Name: Richard "Dick" Grayson

Age: 24

Appearance:

Dick Grayson

Nightwing

Occupation: Used to be a bartender in Bludhaven, now I'm... a billionaire apparently...

Bio: Well, I guess it all starts with the Flying Graysons! My parents and I were a traveling circus group that specialized in death-defying acrobatic stunts! We were very popular. When we came in to Gotham City, I overheard a man talking to the circus owner demanding for a "protection fee"... He declined obviously, and me being a little kid, I didn't know any better. We started to perform. And during the middle of our acts, one of the bars gave in... I watched my parents fall to their death. To say the very least, I was heartbroken, I was angry... and I felt guilty. The wires connecting one of the bars was broken off by an acid. It was obvious that the man I heard talking to the circus owner did it...

I was now orphaned. I went to a juvenile service system where I was constantly beaten up by fellow "inmates", I went to a catholic orphanage, and then I was adopted by a man named Bruce Wayne. Although he and I made it very clear that he wasn't my father. We both respected each other, and I appreciated that... But I wanted the man who killed my parents to pay... So for the next few days I started hunting down the man named Tony Zucco. I found him, and soon met some of his goons, that's the first time I saw Batman. He took out the guys with ease.. Or at least that's what I assumed. I woke up in the Batcave to see that not only was I saved by Batman, but that he was also Bruce Wayne. He promised that he would show Zucco for who he really was, and he delieivered, but justice never came to him. He died of a heart attack. What I didn't expect at the end of this was the offer of a lifetime: To become his crime partner.

I eagerly accepted.

And so the very intense training began. He started to teach me literally everything I needed to know. Fighting, detective skills, how to improve my acrobatics, other mental exercises, and so much more. Within 6 months I passed his little course. I was Robin, the Boy Wonder.

Things were going pretty well. Time went on, and I was doing pretty good... until one incident with Two-Face lead me to unintentionally kill his hostage, and getting the ever living crap kicked out of me... As a strategic move, I was basically "fired" from being Robin, and started off on my own. I gained a lot of experience on my own. I founded a few other super hero teams, I solved crimes in places like New York, and BludHaven, but in the end... I didn't want to be Robin anymore. Bruce and I constantly disagreed on crime fighting methods, and he was too protecting. I didn't know what to do. I did, however hear a story about a legend who was exiled from his family, who wanted a world filled with justice, and to protect the helpless. He was known as Nightwing... I liked the name, and so it sticked.

Bruce had now gone through two other Robin's. Sure, I felt a bit jealous at first, but then I remembered that I wanted this, to be out on my own and protecting people MY way. My adventures at Nightwing had their pros and cons, of course. I got to help people my way, I became Batman for a little while (long story, but now Bruce and I's relationship strengthened!), and the new Robin, Tim is pretty cool! The cons: Dating is pretty hard, Bludhaven is worse than Gotham, and I've seen things no normal person should... And that pays a toll on you.

I worked in BludHaven for a little while now. It was my little Gotham... but a bit worse. And lonelier. Sure I missed working with Bruce, and Barbara, and the others who worked in Gotham to help keep it safe, but that was Bruce's thing, and we gotta respect that... Until I got the news that he had "died." And that his final will had one request of me: Keep Gotham Safe.

Personality: Quick and Witty. A bit more friendlier than Batman. Smart, courageous, can be a smartass, and very stubborn. Tries to act like a billionaire, but its obvious he isn't. Extremely loyal to the few friends he has.

Skills: Knows how to speak English, French, Chinese, Spanish, Russian, Japanese, German, Swahili, Mandarin, and Cantonese. Perfect Acrobatic and hand-to-hand fighting skills (can do a quadruple backflip), excellent detective, hacking, stealth, and escaping skills. Peak mental and physical state, indomitable willpower, genius intelligence level, and a lot more, he's a many of many talents!

Equipment: Signature weapons are two escrima sticks, and uses an advanced motorcycle called the Nightcycle, Wing-Dings (like Batarangs, but with my own twist), and other little gadgets.

Robin Hood (EasilyAmused & Jones Sparrow)

Uh oh. He didn't plan that. Both Robert and Cassie glanced at each other with a bit of fear in their eyes as she talked about taking her back and having a word with Robert himself. If only she knew... As they exited, Robert leapt off the table (cursing a bit from the pain of his side), and shoving his clothes back on. "I'm assuming that's a relative of yours?" Tuck asked casually. "Yeah, my cousin. And now she knows that I am Robin Hood, and although she wants to, she can't join the Merry Men, and Marian is going to kick my ass if I'm not there in time--"

"I understand, Robin. I was in a wonderful marriage for 20 years, I can see the wrath of an angry woman a mile away." He said half jokingly. Robert quickly shook hands with Father Tuck. "Thank you for everything, I'll put in a bit more of a donation this week for you--"

"that isn't necessary, my boy--"

"See you soon!"

And with that, Robin Hood tried to get to his bike as quickly as he could. As he half limped, half ran, he dialed Gwen's number. "Hey, I need you to stop all the traffic coming to my place! Marian's on her way and she's VERY pissed off at me!" Robin explained. "Why is she mad at you...? Are you hurt?" She asked. "I'll tell you all about it later, but I can't talk now! Thanks bye!" He hung up as he got to his bike, and in a couple of seconds, he took off down the street.

The streets were easy to go through. He didn't want to take the quick way home, because he knew that Marian would be taking that route, but with the amount of red lights she's going through, and the amount of fast shortcuts he could take with the bike, he wasn't too worried about that. He made it home in record time, though. He parked his bike in a lot close to the apartment, and made it to the door, openeing it and closing it with lightning speed. Of course both Gwen and John were there, and had faces of concerned as Robert held his side.

"Rob, what the hell--?"

"I'll tell you later!" He said as he ran in to his room to change in to something that Robert Locksley would wear. He agreed on a nice dark blue sweater, and jeans, and just when he was done, the knock on the door was heard. The wound was holding, but he had to change it soon due to the fast movements and running everywhere... Great. he made it to the door, opening it to see a very red faced Marian, and a shocked Cassie to see him here so quickly. "Cassie?! Where the heck were you?!" He demanded, trying not to move to much due to the pain. "We have been looking everywhere, we were almost gonna call the cops!!!" He exclaimed, and then turned to Marian. "How did you find her? Is she alright? Are you alright? She didn't give you too much trouble, did she?" Robert asked with convincing sincerity, although he knew the answers to all of them.