"Ugh-!" Nightwing was currently in a struggle against a crime boss- Redhood, who'd just put a bullet through his upper thigh. Nightwing had hit the other across the shoulders, before it was turned against him, being held at a point he couldn't easily escape without getting further hurt. His suit had already been torn in various places- and a part of the domino mask over his eyes cracked. He grit his teeth- struggling against the crime boss- "Let- go," He winces, just hardly getting out those two simple words.
With that, Redhood did let go, but unfortunately, that was right when the other's knees crippled, sending him down onto the concrete, burning into his already sore- knees, that would likely be scraped up and bleeding now. "Fucking-" Nightwing tried his best to turn around, but when he did, Redhood had disappeared. He sighed as he struggled to get up, the bullet had gone through his thigh- just narrowly avoiding his bone. Lucky shot, He scoffed.
Nightwing had struggled to get moving, but once he did- it wasn't like he was injured. He jumped across a few rooftops- Before a gunshot rang out again. And a pain blossomed in his calf of his other leg. He bit his tongue, turning around as he brought his escrima sticks out again, connecting them. Bullets whizzed past him, as he bent in ways no normal person could, as he took out the thugs that targeted him. His suit was getting more torn by the second.
A metallic gleam flashed in his peripheral vision, but it was too late to react- he had a knife to his throat, "Come with me, and I won't kill you before bossman can.." A dark, raspy voice says, right beside nightwing's ear, breath trickling down the side of the other's neck, "Over my dead body," He hissed out, before yelling out in pain. The pain blossomed though his body, making his muscles spasm in the area, making him grit his teeth. Nightwing looked down- scarlet liquid spilling down his suit. A sword was lodged through his side. It was serrated- hurting even more as it was ripped out of his body. "FUCK," was what he yelled in response to the pain. Then, he was hit over the head, effectively knocking him out cold.
Although what he did know, the last thing he heard, was a dark, "Bring the bird to Joker."
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To be From The Dark
FanficA rewrite of my original book/novel, "To be of Grace" ------------ Here, he lay shirtless. Arms numb of all feeling. The surrounding room was rather eerie- even for nightwing. Walls stained with red- the male who was in this room, was numb to all em...
