Post by Dick Grayson on Jan 20, 2010 2:14:08 GMT -5
In the midst of his fate, Dick Grayson never really considered he’d be meeting it right at this moment. Really he kept thinking that his adult life was all a bad dream. A dream from which he would wake to seeing his mother remind him of rehearsal at dawn while she finished making breakfast or his father reading the paper to whatever town they were in and scolding him for fighting with one of the animal tamer’s kids. Dick Grayson would have gladly heard a lecture about the values of a team. Some team he was now. Now, Dick Grayson was reduced to working solo and pushing people away for his, and their, own good. If his parents could see him now… They would probably frown upon all of this but at least give a nod of approval in regards to his form as he plummeted in a streamline formation toward the ground below in what looked like a suicidal leap.
Fate was a comedian like that.
Maybe he should just let himself hit the pavement. It would have been an easy enough, although messy, end to the smear on the pavement of life that had been Dick Grayson’s existence. He could see his parents maybe. Then again, those that killed themselves ended up in hell, didn’t they? Perhaps, if he fallen on pure accident and not saved himself things would be different. But again, Fate was a joker like that and didn’t allow such a luxury. A Flying Grayson never fell. They gracefully descended and without that beautiful security of a net or the potential support of wings.
A net sounded real good right about now.
That was pushed aside as Nightwing took the helm and his form tucked, spiraling a bit before he grabbed onto a flagpole that jutted out from the side of the building. He swung his legs back to refocus his weight and arched into a seven formation before springing his momentum forward to land upon a gargoyle on the building. The Gotham Times. Fitting, he thought to himself ironically since it was this establishment that had dubbed him ‘Nightwing’ to begin with. As he looked down on the streets he knew the drug shipment wasn’t coming and that he had lost a precious night to mobsters turning scared. Not because of him, but for the likes of Batman. He exhaled a slow breath as he again considered a leap. Again, he refrained. He couldn’t do that… he had work to do. Unfortunately he was now ahead of schedule.
Fate was a comedian like that.
Maybe he should just let himself hit the pavement. It would have been an easy enough, although messy, end to the smear on the pavement of life that had been Dick Grayson’s existence. He could see his parents maybe. Then again, those that killed themselves ended up in hell, didn’t they? Perhaps, if he fallen on pure accident and not saved himself things would be different. But again, Fate was a joker like that and didn’t allow such a luxury. A Flying Grayson never fell. They gracefully descended and without that beautiful security of a net or the potential support of wings.
A net sounded real good right about now.
That was pushed aside as Nightwing took the helm and his form tucked, spiraling a bit before he grabbed onto a flagpole that jutted out from the side of the building. He swung his legs back to refocus his weight and arched into a seven formation before springing his momentum forward to land upon a gargoyle on the building. The Gotham Times. Fitting, he thought to himself ironically since it was this establishment that had dubbed him ‘Nightwing’ to begin with. As he looked down on the streets he knew the drug shipment wasn’t coming and that he had lost a precious night to mobsters turning scared. Not because of him, but for the likes of Batman. He exhaled a slow breath as he again considered a leap. Again, he refrained. He couldn’t do that… he had work to do. Unfortunately he was now ahead of schedule.
