Dick
17:00 NOV 14TH 2013 TERMINATOR ADVANCED TRAINING ROOM
I rammed my fist into Grants chest, the larger man not budging at all before I felt his large hands grip my arms tightly and he threw me across the concrete room. I flipped myself over in the air, sliding across the ground a few feet.
"Damn man, you been working out without me?" I asked, standing back up straight and smirking at the blonde.
"You were lying in bed for a few months," Grant answered, the corners of his lips twitching up slightly.
"That's not exactly my fault, now is it Blondie," I chuckled, showing off my new titanium canine tooth.
"Yeah, sorry about that," Grant said, looking down for a second, giving me an opportunity to strike.
I ran up on him, climbing the blonde and rapping my legs around his neck, pulling him down onto the ground with all my might. I sat on the larger mans chest, smirking down at his sweat drenched red face.
"N-n-nice move Dick," Grant stuttered, looking up at me. "Would you mind getting off of me?"
"Is there a problem Grant?" I laughed, enjoying Grants flustered face.
"It's just, well..." he started, his ears turning a dark shade of crimson as he looked for anything in the large room to focus on besides me. "Could you just please get off my chest?"
"Whatever you want big guy," I chuckled, standing up and helping Grant up off of the ground.
"Thanks," Grant said nervously, running his hand through his thin blonde hair. "Hey, I have a favor to ask you."
"What do you need man?" I asked, walking over to grab our water bottles, throwing Grants over to him.
"I know you're doing your best to get away from here," Grant said, his face suddenly going stern.
"Well, I'm not exactly here by choice," I said, not looking at the shirtless teen. "Nothing against you or Joey though."
"Thanks, but I want to ask you to take Joey with you when you get out," Grant said, his voice barely audible. "He's not like me, or even like you, he's a good kid. I don't want him to end up like us."
"I understand," I said, looking up at grants sad brown eyes. "I hope that I can help Joey live the life he deserves."
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Nightwings Flight
FanfictionDick Grayson is 15 years old and going through major changes in his already messed up life. He's starting a plan with Kaldur and going off on his own to fight crime as his own hero. Will he stay alone long though?
