“Perhaps if you had taken a harder stance against the criminal element you’d still be alive today.” Said the condescending voice of Nightwing.
He was surrounded by mausoleums and marble headstones as the cold Gotham Air made his breath visible. His focus was locked on the grave in front of him as if it where the only thing he could see.
“We do things just a little differently now. The lines have become blurred making it real easy to cross them when need be. To catch, and more importantly kill a wolf, you must become a wolf. You must think as he does, move as he does. Be willing to do whatever is necessary to put him down. And most importantly, you can never hesitate. A lesson you should have learned.”
Off in the distance a low rumble announced the arriving storm. Causing Nightwing to snap back from the deeper reaches of his subconscious. A single bolt of lightning flicked in the background lighting up the name on the headstone.
Here lies Dick Grayson
A true hero and protector of Gotham
You will be missed but never forgotten
Removing his communicator from his hip Nightwing tried getting in contact with his friend and mentor,
“Bruce, Bruce come in this is Dick. I’m in but the city is on complete lockdown. I’m taking to the rooftops, it’ll be quicker. What’s your position?”
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