Four days. Four days since Dick Grayson- and Nightwing disappeared. Jason sat at his desk- aimlessly clicking his pen as he searched. He blamed himself for this disappearance- knowing he weakened the bird. He couldn't help it but a shred of him said 'Just leave him, he was the one begging to be hurt in a fight.' Jason shook his head, leaning back in his chair. Agitated at the fact that he seemed to be the only one trying to find a trace of the bird of the dark. He had a horrible pit in his stomach, like something wasn't quite right.
Jason ran a hand through his black hair which was streaked with white in the front. Teal eyes focused on the screen in front of him, flicking through video footage of the rooftops surrounding the area where he'd left the vigilante. It was only when he bothered to stop the footage, and he saw a glimpse of Nightwing, with a group of people around him, and a sword through him. It was like his vision flashed red.
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Redhood now stood upon that very building, on the ledge, sickly staring at the blood splatter. as a metallic gleam caught his eye- in the center of it all, was Dick's tracker. And something about that made his blood boil, picking it up, and pocketing it, as he leaped to a different roof.
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To be From The Dark
Fiksi PenggemarA 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...
