Born on a Monday

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Born on a Monday

Light foot steps barely made a sound as a figure crept through the silence.  He kept his pace to a light jog as he made his way down the hall.

"Dark, quiet, and an odd odor...  lovely." It was a male's voice.  "Youthful, but mature, giving the impression he was in his early twenties.  He donned a black unitard with dark blue shoulderpads.  He wore a pair of fingerless gloves and his head was fully exposed except for a black mask across the bridge of his nose and eyes, covering his handsome features and  obstructing his identity.  He had a full head of black, shaggy hair.  An insignia was emblazoned on the center of his chest.  It was a blue bird with its wings expanding across the chest to each shoulder.

The lenses of his mask made his eyes appear puare white.  Those blank eyes roamed down the hall.  He was in this place, an abandoned power plant, because he thought he found a lead on a mysterious disappearance of a local news reporter.  He halted to a stop when he came upon a locked door.  Next to the door, a keypad was planted in the wall.  The lad approached it and retrieved something from his belt.  It looked similar to a phone with two analog sticks tward the bottom corners.  The device's screen came to life with a blue light.  He manipulated the analog sticks to select the keypad.  He initiated the codebreaking software.  He hacked into the keypad and opened the door without a keycard.

"Babs, I'm in," the man spoke into the earpiece he was wearing.

"For the last time, Nightwing, it's Oracle when we're speaking over comm," said a female voice.

"Sheesh.  Are you that worried about the government spying on you?"

"You can never be too careful," Oracle replied.

"You're paranoid," Nightwing chuckled.

"And you're not? We live in a world full of metahumans - many of whom can read your mind at any time."

Well, when you put it that way..." Nightwing trailed off as he heard voices up ahead.  He peered around a corner and spotted three men.  They were dressed in black and white clothing, making them look like flightless birds.  They weren't carrying any serious weaponry.  One man had a lead pipe clutched in his fist.

"Penguin's men," Nightwing passed onto Oracle.

"Cobblepot doesn't do kidnappings.  Dick, be careful.  I don't like this."

"What happened to the whole 'Codenames only' thing?" Dick teased his friend.  He quieted down as the man with the pipe opened his mouth;.

"We got the reporter - uh, Victoria?"

"Vicki Vale," corrected another goon.

"I knew that! Anyways, we got her.  Penguin said keep her locked up near the big guy."

"Think the Bat will show?"

"Nah, the Joker got him running around Gotham.  He'll probably send one of the Bat brats," chimed in the third of Penguin's henchmen.

"Brats? Now that's just hurtful," Nightwing said, faking the hurt in his voice.  He made himself known.  He loved seeing the shock on baddies' faces when he came out of nowhere.

"Nightwing!" shouted the leader.

"Awe, you heard of me.  I'm touched!" Dick taunted, "All right, who's first?" he challenged.  One thug charged and threw a clumsy fist.  Nightwing caught the attack in one hand.  He held up his other hand,  letting  out an exaggerated yawn in to the palm.  He then clennched his hand into a fist and hit the trapped thug.  Dick, still holding the henchman in his grasp, flipped him onto the ground.  He then swiftly broke the man's wrist.  The Penguin's goon yelped in pain but was quickly silenced by a boot to the head.