Dick glared at the empty coffee mug sitting on his desk for the past half an hour... or hour.... two hours? He lost track of time. With a sigh, he leaned back in his chair rubbing at the edges of his eyes. Sleep crud rubbed off, dusting his desk in invisible flakes.
"Damn it Grayson, if you keep this up, you'll be a corpse soon."
Dick looked up at the Commissioner and sighed, "Sleep is for the weak and I'm sick of having those ingrates around. They've already pissed off over everyone in this station."
"I know."
"So, I want to get this guy found." Dick pressed.
"We might have a bigger problem." Ralph called from the staff lounge, "Like big, big problem. You have to see this."
Dick pushed off from his desk rushing after the two senior officers. Rushing into the brake room he saw the TV was on but it was... taken over. Prankster sat behind a new desk that looked to be blood stained, smiling.
"Hello boys and girls of Bludhaven." Prankster greeted.
"I want canvases at all news stations-" Commissioner Reno
"Don't bother." Dick called out, "That place is out of Gotham. We don't have juisdicion."
"I'm calling Gordon." She rushed out already diling on her phone.
Dick felt his stomach plummet.
"What's Prankster want?" Ralph ritroicly asked.
Detective Morgan answered anyway, "Nightwing. He wants Nightwing."
"Dead?"
"Incriminated." Dick answered this time, "He want's the hero to feel as himself."
"Welcome to this morning's broadcast." Prankster continued, "And don't bother trying to change the channel. It's no use. Now you've all by now gotten used to Joker doing this in Gotham but I welcome Bludhaven as well today. Now you're all wondering what I want. Well I want people to know the truth. Your little heroes, those dark a dangers ones, mainly Nightwing."
Dick didn't dare close his eyes. God damn it.
"Now look at these covered up files by the GCPD and Batman." A video started dominating the screen. It started off simple enough as a man was working. Dick held in his wince. He remember that night. It was his first night alone. Could already remember what was going to happen.
A small boy, maybe six or seven looking. Dick new he'd been seven. Knew the man would laugh at the prospect of a child killing him. No words would be exchanged, only the taste of steel meeting flesh. A slit throat.
Next came another video, a woman this time. Sword through the abdomen. And another, decapitation. And another, skewered than left to burn. And another. And another. And another. Each one Dick knew, remembered, could feel the blood on his skin, could smell the iron in the air. Two years of pain; suffering.
"See. See! Your little hero was a villain! A killer! An ASSASSIN! And now you trust him to save you?! He's more likely to kill you!" The villain laughed.
"SO WHAT!" Ralph shouted at the screen, "Have you met Batman?! Or Red Hood?! He hasn't killed anyone as Nightwing! We all know the damn story! The assassin kid, taken in by the Bat, made into the most loved hero among heroes!"
The other officers laughed.
Dick bit his lip to not make a sound. It wasn't that easy. It wasn't Gotham or even Bludhaven that he was worried about. It was everyone else. His phone buzzed. Once, twice, and stopped. Than it started and wouldn't stop. Dick sighed, pulling it out and turning it off completely. He'll have to deal with that after work. The League could rip into Bruce for now.
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Son of Justice
Fanfiction"Nightwing? Like that hero myth from Bludhaven. That Nightwing?" Dick never joined the team. Raised by the League as a whole even if he was Batman's son. He grew up, had siblings come and go. The League's shadow agent. Raised by the League and the...
