Vigilante Struggles

Chapter 22

01:00
Blüdhaven

The thumps of many footsteps patter around Grayson as the last of his frustrations ebb away at the last punch brutally aimed at a thug's nose.
The signal had been given, a sharp whistle barely heard by normal human ears, but clear to the inhumane figures closing in on Nightwing. Blüdhaven was still cut off from the rest of the continent, communication wise, however Deathstroke still fully understood that Batman could still get into Blüdhaven using the newly upgraded highway. This will have to be done quick, Slade has often found himself looking like a fool due to Grayson's natural talent of being resourceful. This may turn out to be one of those times.

A shiver down Dick's spine had launched him into action. His eyes widen in surprise as he plucks a throwing knife from the ground, where he had been standing. He barely acknowledges the familiar symbol before another weapon was flung in his direction. He jumps to the side finally looking up and spotting his attacker. Well attackers. Grayson immediately darts down an alley way, darkened by tall buildings blocking out every source of light, even natural light. His costume hid him well, however he was not naive enough to believe he wouldn't be found sooner or later. He presses a small button on his belt, by his right hand. A signal that he had hoped would alert Bruce. His hand them reaches for his com unit. He was still aware that communication was still patchy in Blüdhaven.

"Batman. Nightwing to Batman. I am in need of immediate assistance."
Dick couldn't help the growl that escaped his mouth at the static he received. He palms his belt pouches for his phone only to find it missing.

"Where would that even be?" He decided to be mad about it later because now he was in a dangerous situation, alone with no possible or foreseeable back up. Unless....

"The burner phone!! JASON!!!"
He dives his hand into the back pocket of his belt and pulled out the small device and presses the only number available. He only has one shot at this. He places the phone to his ears as he hears it dial. A few seconds later he hears a voice.
"Who is this?" Came Jason's slurred voice. Being woken up at 01:00a.m. was not easy.
"Thank God! Jason, it's Dick. I need back up ASAP, I'm surrounded by those things in Blüdhaven. I don't know exactly how much, but from a quick glance..." Jason cuts him off.
"Holy shit man, look I'm in Gotham but I'll try get there as quick as I can alright,  just don't die" the phone beeps signifying that the receiver had hung up, but Dick didn't care he only needed to stay low until help got here.

By now Nightwing has reached the end of the alley. In front of him lay an open street, with no cover. One of the better streets of Blüdhaven. It was well lit, with trees lining the edges. Any alleyways were bright with wall lamps, not suitable for a man running from a hoard of zombie men. So Nightwing can do nothing else but head high. The only danger was that the creatures were already up there, so Dick had to sure he had lost them in the twisting alley. He skips the grappling hook and takes the long, but cautious route up to the rooftops. He peeks over the ledge to find nothing. He hears nothing. Waiting a minute, he slinks up onto the ledge, darting to the shadows. His feet placed softly and precisely in "safe" spots on the roof, A.K.A spots that would make little to no noise.

Nightwing has no idea of the abilities of the creatures. He knew they regenerate from even the most serious injuries, basically warranting themselves for killer blows to keeps them down. He hated this, not knowing the enemy. He didn't know the level of strength, speed, stamina. Are they extremely stealthy or mediocre? Nightwing had no clue. All he could do now is stay low and avoid any possibility of detection. Not too hard.

Grayson makes it to next rooftop. Jumping the gap, his body a shadow to any observers below. His steps have quickened as he nears the outskirts of Blüdhaven, towards Gotham. He is so close, but a thump behind him makes him still. He stands in the shadows by an airvent exit. He crouches low, hoping he was hidden from the eerie figure on the other side. Across the building Nightwing could make out a few more and suddenly the situation had escalated. He couldn't move, change his current position or blink without being detected.