Nightwing #2 "Seeing Red Again" Part 2

Blood drenched my suit. The Pain was immense, I held back every tear. I remember it so clearly, it was my focus, my focus on the week. Everything was screaming at me "Get up! You have to!". It was getting harder to breathe every second. I slowly stood, removing a shard of glass from my thigh. I put all my weight on the destroyed limo. The squad cars pulled up blocking my exit. "Put your hands up above your head!" Detective Harvey Bullock commanded. Officers surrounded me, I couldn't do anything.... not at this state. That's when I heard the sound of a bullet racing towards a target. A body fell right down in front of me then more after that. Everything turned into a blur, The police fought, and they lost that's all I saw. I would've done something but I couldn't... I Didn't...


I woke up with bandages around my nose, thigh, and my ribs. The pain was still horrible, but not as bad. Still that didn't block the question, "What the hell happened?" I asked out loud, and didn't expect an answer. "I saved your ass, that's what happened." A man stepped out of the shadows with a red helmet in his hands. "Jason?" I asked to assure I wasn't seeing things. In realization I jumped up and tackled Jason hard to the ground, planting hard punches to his cheeks. "You killed the police! They where innocent!" I screamed in rage, I was still weak, and he didn't fight back, I knew he didn't. This wasn't me.... None of this was... I got off of Jason and backed up slowly into the shadows as he stood. "...Go on then, run to "dad", tell him about what I did, I'm sure he would come and find me to teach me a lesson." I was gone by then.... Left my suit... Left everything. I needed time to think... This was all getting to me... All of it...

I found myself in amusement mile, looking out at the old amusement park, in thought, thought about Stephanie, thought about it all. So fast I snapped, I just don't know what I was more concerned about... Stephanie's killer, or Red X...


Later I went back to one of my safe houses, that is where I began to plan, getting everything together. I was blocking all communications from the rest of the Bat-Family, I was going to handle this, and I alone. I sped out to the streets on my Motor cycle and it didn't even cross my mind... Bullock. I listened to the news reports... Straight from Vicki Vale.

"Detective Harvey Bullock and Five officers where murdered by a Vigilante known as Nightwing. Commissioner Gordon has announced that Nightwing will be found, and will be assaulted. This man attacked the Iceberg lounge and kidnapped Oswald Cobblepot, This is Vicki Vale, and I can assure you. We will find this man and bring him to Justice."

The report disgusted me, I couldn't believe my ears... I dodged traffic left and right making my way to my next location. The Location of the Red X. That's where I was ahead, I had a Tracking Device in the suit, I planted it in the first time it was stolen. The Gotham Docks... a Hot spot for criminal activity...



A bone to pick with Snyder

Scott Snyder is great and all, but the end of Death of the Family? And the end of the current Swamp-Thing storyline? Sloppy, sloppy. I guess he just wants to speed up to Superman, but c'mon? Joker's big Joke?! That was so.... I don't know.... Boring! I mean I get how it was a joke, and he is the Joker, but.... Seriously? Alfred could have died, and that would have been better. *sigh* Well, at least Superman will get better. That's all I got today, adios.


Nightwing #1 "Seeing Red Again" Part 1

Nightwing #1

"Seeing Red Again" Part 1


Gotham had been to it's usual insanity. No one knew what had happened. No one bothered to focus on her death. The death of a young girl, who was a daughter of the Cluemaster, she was uncared for. Cluemaster on the other hand knew. Arthur Brown Knew. And he had fingers pointed, with people following his orders. He was out to find who killed his daughter, there had already been three assaults on the Penguin, and that is where This story begins.


I stood high upon a rooftop looking down at the Iceberg Lounge, the fancy cars, and limos pulling up. The people inside mocking the homeless man who stands there singing while playing his guitar. He stays there, even when security beats him away, that doesn't stop him. And it makes me proud, proud to know that not all of Gotham isn't cruel and hateful. I yawned loudly, I had been there for hours, still nothing. The other Bat family members where taking there own tasks, Tim went on his own quest for revenge... Revenge on the man who killed Stephanie brown, and yet no one knew who it was. The only one who saw was Tim, he arrived as she called for back up... He was too late. All we know is she ran into something she couldn't handle. Jason wasn't talking to any of us, he was off, trying to block off that it didn't bother him. Barbara was with Bruce... Searching, hunting more likely... For any leads. And I sit here watching out in case there is another attack on Cobblepot.


The sound echo'd through alleyways. People scattered out of the Lounge. I made my way down, rooftop to rooftop, until then crashing in through a window. Civilians screamed for help, as Cobblepot pointed an angry finger directly to me. I couldn't explain that I did nothing, there was no time, I would have been hit by then. His goons opened fire on me, late enough for me to take cover behind a flipped table. Flames where spreading throughout the lounge, Many minor explosives where placed all around, Oswald was lucky the roof was still up. The exit was blocked, the rich where pushing and shoving to get out, but it was sealed shut with a large Red X... That's when I felt hairs of concern stick up on the back of my neck. Xynothium, I remember it so well. I also remember locking the suit up for good. Bullets continued to range out, and I needed time to get everything under control. The three goons began to reload, and looked to each other followed by a question "Did we get 'em?" Penguin was long gone now, outside trying to escape alive. The goons approached, and tear gas canisters rolled beneath there feet. I leaped out, one leg delivering a kick to the closest goon's jaw. I heard the snap of it, of the result, the result of my attack. "Sometimes I forget my own strength." I mumbled to myself, this was a good way to take out all my anger after what happened. Soon the other two where taken care of, and then it was time to get this door open. "Move Now!" I shouted at the rich who pushed to get out of the way as it became harder to breathe. Three explosive wing dings didn't do it unfortunately. But it did enough that all it would take now is a hard tug from the other side. I saw the homeless man's face, the man's face who saved lives. The civilians sprinted out as the place began to collapse, and yet I still ask the question, "Where is Red X?"

Outside is where things got worst. I could see The limo in the distance, and Penguin screaming "Drive!" But he was too late, and sadly for him didn't see that Xynothium covered the driver's mouth, as his head was rested on the wheel, already dead. Out of nowhere I saw the suit, out of nowhere it came out, landing on top of the limo denting it severely. His fist crashed through the window reaching for Cobblepot. My Escrima stick launched out at his hand and that's when I got his attention. "What do you want? Are you jealous because I found this thing?" The voice sounded exactly as how I remembered it. "No." I replied simply. "I'm angry." I then added. I couldn't hold the Cocky smirk back from my face knowing the joy in fighting him, but I remembered who I was facing, and I won't lie I became nervous. My fists clenched and Red X popped his knuckles simply. I leaped at him, while he follows with a simple side step, then deflecting my leg weep, and slamming the heal of his foot onto my nose. Underneath Penguin climbed into the front seat, throwing the the dead previous driver out and slammed on the gas pedal. I felt the blood pouring out my nose and that didn't help my anger. I took a wing-ding from my gauntlet and stabbed it into the hood of the car to keep me there as he drove away, and Red X got knocked off. I looked back and he seemed to be standing perfectly still and normal. And then a slight bow which confused me at first until I looked back ahead to see a large X blocking the alley exit that cobblepot crashed right into. I was knocked off the roof of the limo, and rolled off of now the hood. 3 broken rips and a nose. Great. I stood up with hope, one hand on my side, and I kept my eyes open for as long as I could until collapsing. I let my rage get the better of me, and that is what brought me to the ground, with Cobblepot missing and Red X getting away. How worst could things get?


New Green Arrow Writer

Well, from what I heard starting on issue 1 of Green Arrow the series is terrible, but thankfully their writer stepped down! Now at issue 17 We get a new story, a darker version of The Emerald Archer, and I must say, I am pleased. Pick it up starting from Issue 17 if you are into the character!

Start the Conversation

Dick Grayson's First Blog

No Caption Provided

This blogging stuff is new to me, but This is how I will begin, and I will begin with a topic, and that topic is Nightwing's New 52 suit. Now recently it updated to arm stripe, then to finger stripes. I think it is amazing with it's most recent update, which I will leave an image of. Some people say they like the Blue better. I have to disagree and say that The Red is better in my opinion. Red Resembles the flight of the bird. Whoever holds the Robin Title wears red as in them taking flight, I just think it fits in also with him being an acrobat. And the new holsters for his escrima's? Fantastic, I am a die-hard nightwing fan and I must say, I love the new and most recent update. That's all I have for my first blog. Adios!

Start the Conversation