Nightwing

New Guy...

Volume 2:
Under the Red Hood...

One year later...

??? POV

I kick one of Black Mask's men down. I take him by the collar and pull him close to my helmet.

"Where's Black Mask keeping the goods?!" I aim my gun under his chin.

"At the docks! Please don't kill me!" The thug begs.

"Appreciate the help." I toss the thug down and aim my gun at his face.

BANG!

One week later...

DICK POV

I enter my room after a long day at work, Roy is gonna go out with Thea tonight. Leaving me with some spare time for myself before we suit up and get out there.

I turn the TV on and drop down on the couch.

"Gotham mafia leader Roman Sionis, also known as the Black Mask, has been spotted near the warehouses of the Blüdhaven harbor. In related news, a mysterious character in a red mask has been spotted near the harbor as well, police speculate that this man works with Sionis. While a few say that he's hunting the Black Mask."

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

I glance at the door, turn of the TV, stand up and walk to the door. Roy and Thea stand in front of me.

"Why? Why do you guys always want me to go on your dates?" I complain.

"I thought it would be nice..." Thea replies.

"And you can feel left out whenever things get to hard to handle..." Roy adds.

"As much as I love to, I'd rather not." I smile.

"Alright... We still going for tonight?" Roy asks.

"Yeah sure... We got some work to do at the harbor. Roman Sionis is here, and he's not alone." I inform him.

"We'll look into it... Meet you on the roof." Roy says.

"See yah." I close the door.

Hours later...

I climb up to the roof of building, meet Roy in his Arsenal suit.

"Alright let's move!" I start.

I grapple to the roof tops and zip towards the various table. The harbor isn't far from my apartment, thankfully.

Few minutes in, Roy and I stand on top of a warehouse, scanning the area for Black Mask.

Suddenly, in the building across us. A man crashes out of the window and falls to the ground.

"Holy shit!" I exclaim.

I grapple to a nearby crane land into the room through the broken window.

As I enter, someone has his back turned to me. A guy in a red hood stands I front of me.

I pull out my batons and charge those. "Who are you?!" I start.