Bludhvaven, the new home of Dick Grayson also known as Nightwing.
Still knowing the city, the hero begins to act through the busy streets and rooftops when a car chase begins, in the exchange of cars a new vehicle appears, eliminating the cronies...
- Wait, so I was wrong? - Nightwing, while fighting two robbers in a market on the east side of Bludhaven
- That's one way of thinking. - Oracle
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- Just a second.
Nightwing immobilizes the third robber, walks slowly through the aisles of the market, waiting for the last hooded man who entered the place.The shaking robber tries to hide from the crazy costumed man who entered the store and immobilized his partners. He advances to the middle of the aisle trying to spot him. A can of canned soup rises to his feet from behind him. He turns around, startled, and shoots twice.
- And end of your bullets. - says the voice behind him. The next scene in his eyes is complete emptiness, followed by a poking at the tip of his chin.
- Is everyone okay? - Nightwing asks as he ties up the assailants. - Okay, then call the police, and let them be arrested.
- Who are you? - asks one of the witnesses.
Dick just smiles and nods, before walking out the back door.
- Really? You didn't even say your name. - Oracle
- What was I supposed to say, "I'm the friendly neighborhood"? Besides, I'm trying to stay more in the shadows.
- So you better forget about this case. This is much deeper than it seems.
- Explanation.
- To begin with, the vases, three, are part of an Incan collection that was stolen two years ago, but it seems that it was a special request. Just like all the rest of the shipment.
- Loading?
- Thirty-six rare artifacts, which were, "collected" for a private exhibition.
- An auction of stolen art, great. What else do you have?
- Only two statues that can hide something. But their whereabouts are unknown. Just like everything else.
- Dead end.
- Don't give up yet Grayson, I've passed this on to Donna and she's seeing when the next exhibitions are.
- Wait, if they are for a private exhibition. How did they get here in the museum?
- That is an excellent question, how nice that Richard Lyod is friends with the museum curator.
- It means that Elise is not that good.
- Don't be hasty. You missed it too.
- I didn't think about it. - Dick tries to justify himself
- It's the same thing. Weren't you trained by Batman? Where's your preparation?
- Ok - laughing. - Thanks again Babs
- No problem, if I hear anything I'll let you know, now I have to start patrolling the girls.
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- Okay, anything at all, call me.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Dick finishes his patrol, escorting from a distance a group of friends returning from a nightclub. As they enter a house, he prepares to leave. But his watch starts beeping. The tracker that Dick put on his family's necklace is on the move. The museum is being robbed again.
