Key:
(Y/N) = Your Name
(L/N) = Your Last Name
(B/F/N) = Best Friend's Name
Ages:
Richard: 24
Jason: 21
Timothy: 18
Damian: 15
-Richard Grayson-
You honestly weren't looking for any trouble, really. It just sort of came to you like it always had. As a child and up until now, nothing has really changed. You glanced back, seeing the men still tailing you. There was once was one, then it multiplied to three and you knew you were in deep trouble. You didn't look back to see if they had a gun or knife on them, but there was without a doubt. Seeing you were in the bad side of Bludhaven after getting lost, you already were in enough panic. Adding this to the list would no doubt make it even harder.
You winced, seeing a dead end. Nothing to help you over the brick barrier, nothing on the ground other than newspaper to use as a weapon of defense. You pursed your lips, cursing yourself for not grabbing the pepper spray (B/F/N) insisted you would take at all times. But even that would not help. You turned to face your doom. If you went down, you went down fighting. Your hands clenched at your sides in worry and in an effort to keep you calm.
"And now the pretty lil' lady stops! Took you long enough, gorgeous!" One mocked and his other goons laughed with him. You stood there, saying nothing, and simply glaring. They indeed had at least one knife on them, four-inch silver blades, and one had a loaded gun with only two bullets.
"Now let's have our fun," he grinned and they approached you. You turned your head slightly, giving them a warning look as they got closer. "What's the matter, gorgeous? Can't speak? Aw, that's too bad!" He cooed mockingly and you just about had enough. You spit in his face, sending a powerful kick until he fell over. The other two jumped at you and you struggled, scratching and throwing punches. Yanking one arm, you elbowed one before slamming the other into the brick next to you in an effort to shake him off.
A sharp whistle made everyone pause and look around before looking up, you struggling under the one's grip as the other two groaned, picking themselves off the ground. "You touch the pretty one again and you'll be drooling on the concrete." A male's voice, rather familiar, warned.
You raised a brow at the figure standing on the roof. Messy black hair, domino mask, the blue bird on his chest like a target and the rest all black, you couldn't help but admire the view of muscles in a tight bodysuit. Of course you didn't look long for the one holding you in a headlock gave you a good shake, waking you up from daydreaming. You scowled, struggling a little before biting his hand until a copper taste appeared in your mouth as the man shouted in pain. You slammed his back into the wall and elbowed him in the chest before grabbing his arm and flipping him, spitting the blood from your mouth. Ew...
The vigilante and the other two stared with owlish eyes, blinking. "Well, didn't see that one coming." Nightwing smirked with a laugh as he landed in a three-point stance. You glared at the remaining two, the other groaning on the ground and curling up before you kicked him sharply, knocking him out. Your anger and adrenaline only fueled you. Nightwing grinned at you before going at the other two. The one with the gun took it out and your eyes widened.
'Two bullets,' you remembered before lunging at him, grabbing his arm and pointing up as it went off, the bang sharp and deafening and making you jump, but you recovered with a ringing in your ears. The other two fighting paused and glanced at you two, seeing you struggle with a gun. Nightwing's eyes widened at you getting the advantage, making him curious before getting back to it. He wanted to finish this to help.
