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Standing up, Dick stretched, his shoulders popping as he pulled them behind his neck. He was still wearing the uniform Slade Wilson forced him into, except now there was a messy blue Nightwing sigil across his chest and shoulders courtesy of Dick's more creative side and a can of spray paint he confiscated off a potential vandaliser a while back. Even though not much made sense to him right now, fighting did. So with his usual cocky grin, Nightwing crashed through the window of apartment 35. He didn't have his escrisma sticks but made do with his fists as the men scrambled for a miracle. One by one they went down until only one man remained conscious. The glorified coward, and what a picture he was too. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------This is my first book, Follow me so I know if people are interested in my writing and if I should write more books!!! Nightwing209 *****I don't own any characters( except for one, Lorna Fitz and Jacob...and anyone else you don't recognise), they all belong to DC Comics***** *****I also don't own any artwork they all belong to different artists*****
Chapter one
