Jones Sparrow

Spider-Man: Childhood Friends (Jones Sparrow and EasilyAmused)

Peter gave a shy smile and looked down at his food as he praised his work on getting a job at the Bugle. He was glad she was proud of him. He didn't like to gloat about his achievements. I mean, he doesn't going all over school going "yeah, you know that Spider-Man guy? The dude who fights crime and fought the Lizard, Venom, and the Green Goblin? well, He's me!" Peter gave a laugh when she mentioned that ponies were a handful, and he started to eat. He listened to her talking about her "Uncle", and how he was asking a lot of questions about him specifically. He never really had much interest in him over the years of Lexi and his friendship, but then again this was the first time they've talked to each other when Lexi was dating Peter.

"I mean if he really doesn't approve of me, the job card would be alright... But if we really want to shock and awe him, we can say we are a super hero couple." Peter said casually, as if he was all about it. Of course they wouldn't tell him, or anyone their secret. He was sure that Aunt May would kill him for not telling her and putting Lexi's and his life in danger, and Lexi's parents would most likely follow suit and try to strangle him.

"Well I already sent pictures to the Bugle for a little extra cash to pay for expenses." Again he didn't want to bring up Spider-Man, but he sold his Spidey pictures to get cash to repair his Spidey suits. "But this time they really liked my work--Well, Mr. Jameson looked like he didn't care--He's the boss by the way, but the editor really liked my pictures, so he offered me a job, as well as a check." He grinned, taking another bite of his food. "I was expecting just a little cash for 'em, but now I'm an official photographer! My name will be on the Bugle! Not the best source of news... but hey, its a start!" Peter said with another smile. He reached over across the table and grabbed Lexi's free hand. "Not only did you help me out with this, but Uncle Ben did too. He did teach me photography, and it is his camera after all.." He owed a lot to Uncle Ben, even when he passed he's still effecting his life in positive ways.

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"I'll ask you again. What do you know about Kingpin?"

"Fuck you man--I I don't know nothin'!"

WHACK!

"Aaaah!!!"

"I know you're lying. I also know you're a diabetic, you're last drink was thirty minutes ago, you have your grandfather's pocketwatch in your breast pocket, and if you lie to my one more time, I will break a limb."

"Alright, alright! All i know is that he's-He's got it out for the Bugle! We've been spending weeks setting up for a-a-a- I don't know man! Some sort of hit! Near the Bugle! He doesn't like how they're promoting his name! That's all i know man!"

A few moments of silence, and finally the voice spoke. "I believe you."

Daredevil left the thug knocked out and cuffed to a lamp post. He listened all over the Hell's Kitchen, a part of Manhattan that was the poorest and deadliest. Matt Murdock grew up here. He used to be afraid of this place, but not anymore. Like Catwoman and Spider-Man, he tried to keep this city safe. The biggest threat to the city after the Venom incident was a man known as Kingpin, a criminal mastermind that very quietly climbed his way through the criminal system, and is planning something big. He was from Hell's Kitchen too, but no one knows his name... But Matt had a hunch. He also knew that someone was going to get killed at the Daily Bugle. If Matt was a gambling man, he would put his money on the boss, James Johah Jameson. He had to stop it. He didn't know when it will happen, but it wasn't tonight.

He'll warn the boss, and maybe if he ran across Spider-Man, he will let him know too.

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

Quill dropped Nikki gently when the doors closed and they made a good distance for the main area. They quickly made it back on their ship. The group started talking, and grinning that the plan actually worked, and Quill gave a small smile as he watched Nikki starting to fit right in with everyone. He knew that she would. They climbed in to the Milano, Groot and Drax waiting to hear the news. It was obvious that they were successful. When Nikki made the comment about him working his magic, he grinned and shrugged. "I'm sure we can convince them that we threatened you to help us with your fancy bracelets on." Quill said as he climbed up in to the cock pit, pulling out of the large Ravager ship safely. Once he set a course to Nowhere (the little fight they had with Zero most likely died down now, and no one would think twice about going after Nikki again), Quill came down the stairs to hear them talk about the bounty.

He rubbed his hands together with a smile. "Check it out, we need to make a pit stop at Nowhere to get some fuel, and then we'll start our course to across the galaxy, then we'll start causing some trouble." Quill said with a nod. "I am Groot." Groot said to Rocket.

"How do you think I did? I was perfect! A true actor!" He replied, jumping off the seat and going towards the armory, Groot following behind him. "Quill, there is a matter I would like to discuss to you about." He said seriously (moe than usual). Peter sat down next to him. "What's up?" Peter asked, Drax started to look up, but Peter stopped him. "what do you want to talk about?" He stated clearly.

"When Ronin murdered my family under Thanos' orders. I have also learned that Talon Mercs were also attacking with Ronin's army." Drax said quietly, looking down at his blade. "I do not expect you to understand me, but I plan on finding the Talon leader, and ripping his head off." Drax said bluntly. Peter blinked a few times, and slowly nodded. "Alright... But maybe there's another way we can go about this, what if the bounty money is a lot more if he's alive--"

"I do not care about money!" Drax said loudly, slamming his fist on the table. "I do not expect you to follow my actions, but I will do this. For my family." Before Peter could say anything Drax left. Peter didn't know what to say. He didn't really like the thought of killing, but he knew that Drax was all about revenge for his family's death. Peter respected that, but he wasn't sure he could let it happen... He sighed and leaned back, weighing his options. He will have to make a final one once they come face to face with the Talons...

FairyTail: Golden Dragoon guild

Heeyo! I'm the new guy haha

Waiting for my character to get fully accepted, and I'm excited to join in to this! You guys made a lot of cool characters, and judging by the posts this will be interesting!

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Dick tried to focus on the pool game, but with the conversation going on he often looked at Tim to see what he was thinking, and then the other times he was focused completely on Abbie leaning over the table--which was BAD of him! Dick has an almost invincible sense of willpower. He could withstand Scarecrow's fear gas, he could be being interrogated and beaten within an inch of his life with a gun at his temple and he'd never crack... But he kept finding himself looking over at Abigail more than he should. When she said she left shortly after he did, Dick knew she didn't, and so did Tim, but they simply nodded, giving looks of relief. "Well I'm glad to hear that no one was hurt except for those thugs."

His attention turned to Abbie when she said she had a question for him. The question made Tim snort a bit trying not to laugh. Dick guessed that he thought it was funny to hear Bruce's "prodigy" a jerk. Dick gave a faint smirk and looked at Abbie before leaning over the table himself, aiming for a ball. "I never saw him as a bad guy. Like Batman, a lot of people didn't trust him, or hated how he did things..." He shot a striped ball in to a pocket. He walked over to the ball again, having to take aim from behind his back. "A lot of the criminals say Nightwing's originally from Gotham." Dick said casually. He made another ball in the pocket before looking at Tim, then at Abbie. He moved to his next ball.

"People warmed up to him after a while of him fighting crime there. I was there when he stopped Penguin's gun trade. I was there when he stopped Poison Ivy trying to test out her new poison on Bludhaven before Gotham. And through all the tabloids, and the media, and what people say about him and Batman..." Another ball sunk in to a pocket. "I've noticed that people often forget that these guys aren't police. They don't have a set of rules handed to them when doing this stuff. They have to make their own rules, and sometimes they have to bend a few of their rules to make sure everyone's safe." He sunk yet another.

"So I don't Nightwing is a jerk... He's probably nervous coming back, and taking on a city that once belonged to his supposed mentor." Dick shrugged, shot, and missed. He looked up at Abbie, and gave a shrug. "It's hard being the new kid on the new kid on the block."

FairyTail: Golden Dragoon guild

Hello! I saw this the other day and LOVED the idea! Hope there's room for another Dragon Slayer (I didn't make him an almighty being if anyone is concerned, he's a rookie when it comes to Guilds and rules haha), and his trusty Exceed sidekick!!!

Ray Grace

Name: Raymond "Diamond Back" Grace

Age: 20

Gender: Male

Personality: Like all Dragon Slayers, Raymond is stubborn, headstrong, and very courageous. Although he's an adult he has a childish heart, and never judges a person until he meets them (People usually love him, or hate him). He's extremely loyal to anyone in Golden Dragoon, and is willing to make anyone pay for hurting his guildmates. Intelligent, tries to be polite (but being raised by a dragon sets him back a bit), and unintentionally blunt at times. Although he can be violent from time to time, he has a pure heart.

Appearance: Raymond is 6'1", toned and muscular. About 180 pounds, and has emerald green eyes and short dark brown hair that always seems messy, but it fits him. He wears a royal purple sash around his right bicep, and a piece of leather shoulder armor on his left shoulder. wears a black, sleeveless cotton shirt, white cotton pants, and black armored boots. Due to being a dragon slayer, Raymond has a collection of scars. The most notable one is along his jawbone.

Emblem location: Right shoulder

Magic level: "I'm the best wizard in ALL of Fiore!!!" (so he claims. He's never lost a battle, but he's never been in the big league like this before, so his claim will most likely die down).

Type: Caster

Specialization: Diamond Dragon Slayer (1st Gen)

Style: Melee

Physical mutation: N/A

Spells:

Raymond's Spells

Diamond Dragon's Roar
Diamond Dragon Claw
Diamond Dragon Fist
Diamond Dragon Wing Attack

Diamond Dragon Spiked Fist: Creates unbelievably sharp, small diamond tips on each of his knuckles, delivering a brutal blow.

Diamond Dragon Diamond shield: Raymond's forearms have the ability to turn his forearms in to pure diamond, and when slamming both arms together, the arms join together, creating a larger shield to protect him.

Diamond Dragon Earth Slam: Slamming both of his fists to the ground creates a rather small earth quake meant to throw opponents a bit off balance.

Diamond Dragon Tumble Roll: Raymond gets a running start, and then curls in to a ball, his backside, and back of his head, arms, and legs turn to diamond, crushing anything he rolls in to.

Diamond Dragon Secret Art:
--Diamond Skin: With most of his magic energy, Raymond can turn his whole body in to diamond, making him nearly invincible for only a minute or two, depending on how angry he is, and the amount of energy he has

Diamond Dragon Hidden Art:
--Diamond Eruption: When in Dragon Force mode, Raymond digs his hands in to the earth, and with the help of his magic he heats the material in the ground, making diamonds erupt, and under certain circumstances, even someone's clothing or armor.

Equipment: A small bag of priceless diamonds, the last gift he received from his father, Adamas the Diamond Dragon, and his purple sash

Title: Diamond Back

History

Like many dragon slayers, I was orphaned at a very young age, and soon found by my dragon. I didn't worry much as a kid, although I did feel the loneliness, I kept my imagination up to keep me going. I pretended to be a mighty knight protecting the King of Fiore, a wizard in a mighty guild, a giant flying dragon that soared through the clouds...I met Adamas when I was about 6. I spent my time wandering from village to village until I was run out of a town by a group of bandits. Hiding in the nearby forest I slept for the night, and when I woke I saw something that were believed to be legends. Adamas was a very pale blue, his eyes piercing silver, and said that he watched me from afar talking to the bandits before they ran me out.

I asked him if he was a real life dragon. He made what I would guess was a laugh and said yes. He asked me if I was a real life human (jokingly of course), and I replied with a yes. I asked if he was going to eat me, he said no. He asked if I would like to learn magic, and I exclaimed yes. Adamas was a patient dragon, but never really let his feelings show. He was wise though, and had a way to make things easier for me to understand. When he wasn't teaching me dragon slayer magic, he was teaching me how to read, write, what was fiction and what was fact. He let me learn on my own by giving me "missions" by going in to town and just listening to people, or asking to help someone out by doing chores. It taught me a bit of social skills, something I needed when I spent most of my time alone or hanging out with a dragon I called my father.

Years later, I helped that same town that I ran away from when I was a kid. The bandits were tormenting it, and I used my new skills to stop them. When I returned home, Adamas was nowhere to be seen. The only thing that was out of the ordinary was a purple sash, and a small pouch of diamonds-- to use when I need some more power. I waited for days, looking up at the sky. Every time a branch moved I was hoping he would appear... But he never did. For the longest time I searched for him. I traveled much farther than I did as a 6 year old kid. I tried to track his scent, I went to the coldest mountain tops, and the hottest deserts, the poorest towns, and the busiest ones. Whenever I needed money for food, I accepted jobs that required just simple strength. When I saw events in the towns, I attended, when I saw punks picking on other people, I beat the snot out of them... News about me spread across Fiore fast, and I now had the name "Diamond Back" due to the amount of hits I can take, and the speed at which I strike.

I was so focused on trying to find Adamas, and getting caught up with everything Fiore had to offer, I was now a 18 year old man who didn't have a place to call home in quite some time... I would stumble across wizards who belonged to things called "Guilds", but was too focused on my goal, until I eventually gave up. I tried to search for a guild that fit me. Some place to call home, and to have people who would look out for me. Two years later I was told about guild called the "Golden Dragoon". It was new, with interesting looking people coming in and out. People who were just like me. Weary, and wanting to find a place to call home once again. What was I going to find there? Other dragon slayers? an old knight that decided to pick up magic? My imagination getting the best of me, I headed for the town Golden Dragoon was located. Maybe someone there knew where Adamas was.

Roger the Exceed

Name: Roger

Age: 5

Gender: Male

Personality: He literally spent his whole life with Ray, so he's very much like him. He's carefree, says what's on his mind, and will do anything to protect his best friend Ray

Appearance: Roger is the size of a cat, and looks like it too. His fur is light orange, with a white stomach and a patch of white fur on his ear. His left ear flops down, and his eyes are large. He wears a backpack over his gray vest (he and Ray made it together while traveling)

Emblem location: On his back

Magic level: Medium

Type: Caster

Specialization: Aera (the ability of flight)

Style: Support

Physical mutation: N/A

Spells:

Roger's Spells

Roger only has the basic Aera spells:

Max Speed: By using Magic Power the user increases their speed to the extremes, allowing them to fly a distance relative to the amount they used. This speed can be used to dodge incoming attacks. While using this spell, the user can also carry one additional person. However, this spell is restricted by the amount of Magic Power the user has, as once the user runs out, they will collapse.

Max Speed Attack: While flying and using Max Speed, the user strikes the target with their head, dealing a strong blow.

Equipment: He carries a backpack fulls of souvenirs from his travels, and carries as much raspberries he can find (that's his favorite food)

Title: N/A

History:

Roger's Story

I was dropped on to Earth about the time the dragons left. As an egg. Being inside an egg, you actually learn things from the outside world... Its like hearing things far away through a tunnel. I remember for a long time I was alone, but then that changed when I heard his voice. Ray would talk to me--well, my egg for a long time. He would keep me warm when it got cold, and cool when it got warm. His voice was muttered, but it was soothing. Even before I hatched I knew we weren't going to leave each other's sides. I hatched to find him rather shocked a cat hatched from an egg, and he said something about talking to "adam mass" or something about how baby cats work. We immediately became inseparable. Ray told me of his journey on trying to find his father, who was a dragon named Adamas, and I told him that I would help him, as long as we stick together. He said that was already the plan. We both watched each other grow over the years, we would help people in need. We became stronger, I learned how to fly, and we were an unstoppable team... But we were growing wearing of searching for Adamas. Ray never said he gave up, he just said that it was time to find a home. So we headed for a promising guild named the Golden Dragoon.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Tim noticed that while Abbie was bending over to assort the pool balls, Dick was hesitant, but he saw her glancing down at her before looking straight up to him. When told not to overwork, both Tim and Dick smirked a bit. If she only knew that they rarely got any sleep, and tried their best to have social lives to make sure no one suspects them. Tim took a sip of the coffee, leaning on the bar. "This place definitely is something, as the time goes by, more and more is added to it. I'm pretty sure we both got lost in this place earlier cleaning out the place." Tim said with a smile, noticing that she was no longer looking at him, but at Dick.

Dick took the cue ball, giving a smile at her comment. "And you're somewhat possibly maybe playing against a pool god." He took aim, and fired, leaving a satisfying CRACK, sending the balls all over the table. He managed to sink one in, giving a grin and doing a subtle yet goofy victory dance as he did. "You're solids, I got stripes." He said, walking over to the cue ball again, bending down, and taking aim.

Tim watched the two from the bar, the way Abbie was moving, and trying not to look at Dick but doing so, she obviously was fighting some sort of feelings. It was hard to tell what Dick was thinking. He was trained by Bruce to have a poker face, but he was enjoying himself. As much as he liked this scene, he still had the message from Barbara in the back of his mind. "That may be true with annoying people, but sometimes just being yourself can do the trick. You get real tired of the "rich" getup real quick. Probably the reason why Bruce rarely had guests." Tim said.

"I heard about your party you threw last night, Abbie. Also heard about the Penguin and Nightwing fight shortly after. Crazy situation. No one was still there, right?" Tim asked concerned like anyone would if they heard the news about these two specific men going at it.

Dick missed his shot, and gave Tim a look before standing, and walking past Abbie. "Your time to shine, 'Champ'." He said teasingly to her, walking over to the bar to take a sip of his own coffee. His eyes then went to Abbie setting up for her shot. If needed, Dick could use the excuse of being so busy this morning that he didn't hear about the Penguin incident. Tim looked at Dick, seeing what he was looking at, and then smirked at him.

They both looked at each other, and then Dick coughed a bit and moved back to the pool table casually, hoping Tim wasn't going too far with his imagination

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Dick made sure not to take her in to rooms where Tim and him didn't clear out, or had any questionable items in it (Manors always had weird things in them, but but he didn't feel like explaining why Bruce Wayne had a jar of mystery liquid in it and a tomb stone of "Solomon Grudy's" Tomb Stone. As they entered the billiard room, Dick smiled lightly as she ran over to the pool table, he leaned on the bar, watching her as she admired the thing. He would play against Bruce as a kid. He surprisingly beat Bruce a few times, but even to this day he didn't know if he let him or not. He walked over to the table, putting his hand on it, and when asked if he wanted to play, he gave a grin and grabbed a pool sick from the wall. "Before I accept your offer, I must warn you that you are not challenging an average joe pool player. I've been banned at bars all over the world with my skills. And yeah, this is supposed to be intimidating and not a giant bluff." Dick said, handing her a stick. It was quick to figure out that Dick was competitive, and some might say cocky, and had a certain charm to him that villains hated.

Meanwhile Tim was down below in the Batcave, typing away, quickly glancing at text as it appeared on the screen. Not only was he doing a sweep for Cobblepot, and researching about this whole Harvey Dent thing, he was also investigating what happened that night when Bruce left. Freeze managed to escape, or at least the GCPD couldn't find him anywhere. He got the text from Barbara, glancing at it. A 50-50 chance eh?

Not good odds. I'll let him know. Tim replied, turning the screens off before going upstairs back in to the manor. Tim was searching for a bit through all the rooms until he ran in to Alfred to find out that Dick had a "Lovely guest" over. Dick wasn't talking to Barbara earlier. It was this mystery guest. He opened the door to the pool room. "Dick, I got some information about D--" He saw just who his guest was. Dick was playing a game of pool with the woman that could possibly be his personal arch enemy. "D... Da moving truck..." He tried to pass the "Da" off as a "The". "It won't be able to make it today... Who's this?" Tim asked, trying to change the subject.

Dick didn't want this to happen. The last thing he needed was Tim Drake thinking the wrong ideas. "Tim, this is Abigail Dent." But he already knew that. "Abbie, this is Tim Drake. He's a good friend of mine, and Bruce's." Dick said, Tim walked over and shook his head. "We're practically brothers." He said to Abbie, referencing about him and Dick. "Nice to meet you, Abbie." He read that she went by that name on the database. He hoped it wasn't too weird for him to assume her nick name. Dick nodded towards the bar, aiming for a shot on the pool table. "Abbie brought us some coffee, and I wanted to show her the house." He said casually, but Tim raised an eyebrow, glancing at him as if asking if he liked her. Dick gave a subtle head shake to say not now. Tim smiled.

"Thanks for the coffee, we needed it." Tim said, taking the cup. "You're the first guest in a while to visit the infamous Wayne Manor. What do you think of it?" He asked, eyeing Abigail. He was trying to determine if she had anything to define her as "evil." A menacing glare when Dick wasn't looking, taking out a silver dollar and flipping it, very slyly trying to steal some item around... But all he could see was that she kept glancing at Dick with no evil intent, but one that could be defined as attraction... Oh, she liked the new mystery man that came back to Gotham. He had a feeling Dick liked her too... Hopefully the odds of her being Two-Face's daughter was actually 49-51.

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Dick gave a smile when he opened the door, and Alfred was still not used to not opening the door due to Dick always beating him to it, and when he saw her fumbling to get everything together, he helped her take the black coffee, and invited her in. "Thanks for the coffee, and you aren't. its mostly interviewers and business meetings I'm being invited to at the moment. I'm sure the party invitations will come later tonight." Dick said, with a small smile, not planning on going anywhere social tonight. He had to make up some patrol time as Nightwing. Like tracking down Penguin and see what he's after, and also finding out anything else about Two-Face--

His thoughts were cut off by a loud bang, and looking over to see Abbie red faced. He immediately went to her side, checking her hip, then the table. Luckily she was strong, and so was the table. He didn't need her to feel bad about damaging something here, and he really didn't want her injured after being one of his first guests here. He could see the tabloid headings now. She looked down at the old poster that he just recently found, and when asked if it was him, he gave a small nod. "The flying Graysons." He said. The poster was blue, with large letters "The Flying Graysons in: 'Flight of Death!'", and showed the silhouettes of Dick's mother, father, and himself. It was sponsored and paid for by Wayne Enterprises. As he looked at himself he wondered if that was one of the reasons why Bruce took him in. He felt responsible. He rolled it up, and set it on he table again, just when Alfred made his presence.

"Hello Master Grayson, who is your guest?" He asked politely, giving a smile towards Abbie. "Alfred, this is Miss Abigail Dent. Abbie, this is Alfred Pennysworth. He's been the butler for Wayne Manor since Bruce was a kid." Dick said with a smile. "How do you do, Miss Dent. I raised this young man before you, and let me tell you, he can be quite a handful, so watch out." He said again in a polite tone, but a hint of playfulness as he walked towards a door. "May I get you all something to drink?" he called out.

"No thanks, Alfred. She got Tim and I some coffee, and I'm going to show her around before I get back to work."

"Very good sir, if you need anything, let me know." And he disappeared. Dick then turned his attention back to Abbie, and smiled. "Please, make yourself feel at home. Everything's a bit messy right now, but it makes it feel more lived in I guess." He said, running a hand through his hair. He wasn't the most presentable. His hair was a bit wet from splashing his face earlier, his forehead was a bit sweaty, and his white t-shirt was covered in dirt and dust from this morning's chores. Not a man who looks like he owns more than a billion dollars, right?

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

Wayne Manor was starting to look cleaner. He knew that Alfred kept this place tidy at all times, but there were some rooms that he wasn't allowed in to... But the two of them took care of that. They spent the whole morning taking out some of the less interesting items in the house like old antique furniture, and a room dedicated to all the gifts that Bruce received that he didn't need (for example: a video subscription on how to fight against criminals). After they completed half of rooms, Tim decided to take a break and go down in to the Bat Cave and work on tracking down the Penguin. Dick got a glass of water from the large kitchen, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He wondered if he scared her away with his flowers, and inviting her to flipping some bottles. That was weird, right? Part of him wanted to keep close to Abigail Dent because her story didn't add up, but until Barbara gives him more details on her, he couldn't progress... But then another part of him likes her perky attitude, and how she tries to work for her money... And the way she can kick ass.

He felt his phone vibrate, and speak of the devil it was Abbie. She sent another picture, but this time fancied up and with some coffee. It was cute to say the very least. She was offering coffee, and taking him up on his invitation. He stared at his phone, biting his lip gently as he stared at the picture of her. In that instant he got yet another text from Barbara. Her real father was involved in the courthouse incident that left Harvey Dent to lose his career, and his sanity. Did the father die? did he lose her? The man who adopted the little Abigail was the man who made his signature illegible. The other fact was interesting, she was nowhere near any of the dangerous incidents that took place here in Gotham? Was it really just luck?

Run the signature with known signatures of Harvey Dent around the same time period of her adoption. Send all you know now to Tim and see if he can help you out too. I'm going to see what I can do. Keep me posted.

He sent that to Barbara, then opened up the massage to Abbie.

Juggling hot coffee is a bit more dangerous than alcohol. Bottle juggling sounds way better than moving boxes around right now. If you bring two black coffees over, I'll see what we got in the Wayne collection. Its been a while since this place has gotten visitors.

He sent the message and tapped the counter, finishing the rest of his water, he called out to Alfred. "Alfred? Is the bar stocked?" Dick called out. "yessir, ready for use... May I ask why?" He replied, walking in to the kitchen with a look of curiosity on his face. "I got a guest coming over with coffee." He said simply with a smile, walking out to get a bit more work done before Abbie came over.

He picked up a large box and started to take it up to the attic, opening the door at the end of the south hallway, walking up the stairs, and placing the box of items down. He backed up, and as he did hit his head on a beam. Dust flew everywhere, and Dick let out a colorful word. He heard something fall over. Looking over he saw that an old Monarch Theater advertisement had fallen over. Dick sighed, lifting the large item back in to place. He knew what the Monarch Theater was, and he knew that was when Batman was born. As he made sure it was firmly in place, he saw a glimpse of something out of the corner of his eye. On an old desktop counter was a old looking piece of paper, and he slowly pulled it out from the dust.

It was a poster of the Flying Graysons. It had the date on it. The date his parents died. He gave a very faint smile as he looked at the dulled paper. Although it wasn't a terribly long time ago, it hasn't been kind on the cheap circus paper. He lost everything that night, but then gained so much more thanks to Bruce. He was able to stop children from losing their parents like Dick, and even Bruce did. He knew he couldn't bring anyone back, and he was at peace with that. He was glad he was able to help so many other people.

He gently rolled up the poster, taking it down with him as he closed the attic door. He went down in to the main hall of the manor, placing it on the desk as he heard the alarm go off telling him that someone had just drove on to the estate. As he walked towards the door, the poster unrolled a bit, but Dick didn't seem to notice.

As he thought about what was happening, he hoped that Tim or Barb wouldn't show up at an awkward time of them trying to figure out who she really is... Part of this meetup was to try and learn more about her, but another part just kinda wanted to see her again... was that weird?

Nightwing: The New Knight(EasilyAmused and Jones Sparrow)

"You think he had enough swords? We could start our own torture chamber in this place..." Dick and Tim opened yet another room in the large Wayne Manor. They have been spending all morning seeing what room held what, and the more they opened them, the more they realized just how dark his past was. Even though Tim had an apartment in the city, he was more than happy to help Dick out, and often spent the night over here after a long night of patrolling the city. The room they found was lined with different swords from different eras, ones looking incredibly old, but other being incredibly old but looking brand new under the layer of dust.

Dick walked around the room, and spotted a sword that he saw was familiar. It belonged to the League of Shadows. Dick didn't know much about this secret society, but after digging around, he learned that they were a group of assassins that Bruce trained under... Both Dick and Tim had the pleasure of meeting Ra's al Ghul; Bruce's mentor. But the sword didn't belong to the master assassin, but his daughter. Thalia al Ghul was one of the very few people that Bruce loved. Her death took a toll on him. It was a dark patch in their relationship, and one of the reasons why Nightwing went to Bludhaven. Dick wondered if there was ever going to be someone like that in his life. Someone that he cared about so much that when they left, his own composure would crumble...

As the two men went to work cleaning the room, Dick's phone went off. He opened his phone to see the beautiful Abigail Dent making a face next to the roses he sent. He gave a small smirk as he read the message, and looking over at Tim who was hard at work packing up a few smaller items, Dick decided to respond to the message.

Damn, maybe I'm not cut out to be a diva. I'll give the philanthropist life style a go then. Glad you like the flowers, someday I might be able to teach you the secret art of bottle flipping when we have the time.

"Who're you texting?" Tim asked, looking over at him.

"What? No one."

"Ah, a girl. I gotcha, Grayson. No need to be embarrassed." He said with a laugh. Dick shook his head with a smile, seeing another text sent to him. "yeah, well this girl is helping me find out some information on someone... The girl is Barb, by the way."

"yeah, kinda figured."

Dick then read Barbara's text, thinking of a million possibilities that could go with the facts of Abigail Dent. She was adopted in to the name Dent after her mother died, with a man with a very crude signature that only the "H" could be made out... He thought back on the picture of the blonde making a face with the flowers. Could she be related to him?

Run "Herrington" through the databases of Gotham. If you find nothing, run through the lists of deaths by childbirth on her birthday. Thanks

--D

Dick looked around, and shrugged. "Ready for the next room?" He asked. Tim nodded. "Sure, hopefully we can find pictures of Bruce as a kid. I bet he was old school fancy. those pictures will sell quickly, and for a price..." Tim said jokingly as they exited the sword collection room.