Nightwing watches from a distant rooftop as the two lovers snuggle near each other, trying to control his emotions as he raises a picture of Rogue_Mar1e, his dream date. Once upon a time, she would've gone out with him and complimented his ass, but her love for FTBB was too strong now as he watched while rain danced on his skin, drenched with it, but hiding him out of the sight of the two lover. His name was FTBB and he would need to take out the competition.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Nightwing fired his grapnel gun to the building adjacent to him. Balancing on the tightrope and shrouded by the darkness of the night, he was right above Luke, watching as Marie gave a kiss to Luke as memories overlapped in his head, expanding above its size. Marie was walking away by now, making promises for their 6 monthiversary coming up, but he intended to make sure that Luke never attended. When Marie was out of sight, as light as air Nightwing dropped down, ready for two simultaneousness kicks aimed at Luke's chest to get the upper hand. This was it, the battle for Marie . . .
But with a quick manoeuvre, Luke sidestepped with great skill and avoided the double kick, instead pouncing forward with his own arsenal, aiming a double arm simultaneous kick manoeuvre at the once boy wonder. With ease the legendary Nightwing avoids Luke's attack, using his own weight against him and throwing a jab at his chin, staggering Luke. This would be the perfect time to strike, it was witch hour and Luke didn't have his armour on. Raising three Wing-a-Dings, the Circus man threw the three with deadly accuracy, but Luke was trained to study the human body and predict an attack before it happens using body language. Pouncing over the Razor projectiles, Luke gave himself distance and gave a quick tap to his concealed sleeve button, requesting his armour for drop off. But already Nightwing was on the move as he closed the distance between the two, throwing a Bola to drop Luke to the ground and jumping in for a finishing kill . . . Finally Marie would be his. . .