LibbyM098
Senior Member
May 27
00:30 hours.
Blüdhaven
Sirens could be heard in the distance and the sounds echoed through the buildings empty concrete halls.
Water dripped down the walls and the whole building was filled with the aroma of mold and dead rats along with other rotting materials.
Down the dark hallways, through the numerous empty rooms that would have once been filled with doctors and nurses, saving their patient's lives.
Came the screams of a woman.
They where muffled, but the cries of desperation that could only be heard by the mice in the building.
Down the corridor into one of the rooms that was once a room for life saving surgery, was now filled with light once again, but it was a light that lingered with death.
The muffled cries for help fell of deaf eyes as the hand in the mask hovered his surgical instruments over the woman's face
"That's enough panic from you. You'll thank me once I turn you into utter perfection."
The pig faced man started to slice into the scalp of the woman that was gaged and tied to the bed.
Tears rolled down the woman's cheeks as her screams for help and from the pain, were muffled by the gag.
That was when the something sliced through the thick, stank of the room.
The Baterang gliden through the air and sliced the hand of the Pig faced man, that was holding the scale that was pressing into the women's head.
"No! Batman!" The pigged faced man turned around to see who it was, who had stopped him in his tracks.
"Unfortunately for you... Batman's not here." The man with a brilliant blue strip across his chest strolled out from out of the darkness.
He in his hands was two escrimas with electricity buzzing from them.
The man in the pig mask moved back from the table the girl was tied to.
"Who... who are you?"
"Nightwing."
With that he leaped across the the room and slammed one of the escrimas straight into the pig face's jaw, sending blood sprays all over the old rotten walls.
~~~~~~~~~~
May 27
08:30 hours.
Blüdhaven
Dick Grayson was making himself a bowl of cerial as he listened to the early morning news on his apartment.
He looked over at his blue betta fish that was sitting on his kitchen bench inside a large fish bowl.
"Professor Pyg has been found and taken into custody early this morning. After police were notified of his whereabouts after the vigilante The Nightwing saved the day once again. This is the 4th sighting of the Nightwing in just this week and it seems that he isn't going to slow down on Blüdhaven's crime anytime soon."
The news reporter on the news spoke as she stood in front of the building where Professor Pyg was found.
Dick grinned and glanced over at his fish.
"Hear that. Daddy's surfing on those crime waves, Dude."
He shoved a spoonful of sugary cerial into his mouth as he glanced down at his phone to check Facebook.
That was when he heard the news reader go to braking news.
"Braking news that had just come in. The Justice League have been fighting an extraterrestrial being, that seemed to have followed the Justice League when they came back from being off world. It seems they have detained the situation, but it is leaving everyone questioning, 'what is going to happen if the Justice League are off world for too long leaving our planet venerable."
Dick glanced up at the TV to see Superman throwing a bus at the giant blue alian that was the size of a double story building.
He frowned thinking about the question the news reporter asked.
Another team was needed. A group of individuals that would come together to be where the Justice League couldn't.
These days the Justice League was very much under the public eye and had to be more then careful what they did as it could be scrutinised by the world governments.
There needed to be another team, one that could stay out of the public eye and do what the Justice League couldn't.
Dick frowned deeply as he thought about it.
He needed to make this team and he knew just who to ask to join it.
A smirk crossed his lips as he thought about how it was going to work.
Either way. It needed to happen.
~~~~~~~~~
May 30
17:45 hours
Abandoned Car and Scrap Yard.
Dick pulled up to the scrap yard in his silver, Porsche 911 Carrera and frowned slightly when he saw the way the place was set up... or more so how it was abandoned.
Old car bodies and prices of scrap metal where left laying around everywhere, in the dirt that obviously had no sign of growing anything.
He opened the door and stepped out of his Porsche onto the dead dirt.
His attention to the land was broken when his phone started to ring with the song "One Call Away" playing.
He answered it with a smirk and ran a hand through his hair.
"Bruce... I really want to thank you for the land. It's all flat so there won't he hardly any landscaping that needs to be done before building starts."
"Dick. Stop talking and head to the old reception building on sight."
Bruce was sitting in his office at Wayne Enterprises, as he looked out the massive window letting him look out all of Gotham.
Dick frowned slightly as he walked over to the small building that had an old, rotten sign saying "Reception" on it.
He opened up the door that creaked loudly as it swung open.
He walked slowly into the room half expecting the structure of the small building to fall down on him.
The small building had some old cabinets, two computer chairs that had some of the padding ripped out of them from mice and an old L shaped desk that was build into the wall.
"Okay... I'm in. Why?"
He knew Bruce was up to something, but he wasn't quite sure what exactly it was.
"Walk behind the office desk."
Bruce smiled waiting for Dick to finally figure it out.
Dick walked around the desk to find nothing. He soon started to look around and found that one of the tiles where slightly out of place. He gently pressed his foot on it and that was when he heard a very faint click coming from under the the desk.
He walked over to the desk and crouched down seeing a panel on the underside of the desk.
He gently touched the panel and a small scanner slid out from the underside of the desk and the blue light got to work on scanning his eyes.
The scanner disappeared bac into the desk and the tiles slipped away to open up the floor to a set of stairs.
Dick walked down the stairs slowly and squinted his eyes to try and get them to adjust to the dark lighting.
The floor above him closed out engulfing him in complete darkness.
Then lights started to light up the stairs he was walking down and lit up the entire massive complex under the old office.
Grayson's eyes widened as he looked around with each light that turned on, revealing more and more of the complex.
It was bigger then the Bat Cave and had living spaces inside it.
The set up was amazing done and Dick knew that this was a well set up space.
He looked around the main rooms where he and his team would be working.
The technology was the best of the best and everything was high end.
He gently ran his hand along the gun metal, round table that had comfortably black hairs all the way around it.
This table was hopefully going to become the heart of the team. So many meetings where going to be held here.
"How do you like your new HQ?" Bruce finally broke the silence and he smiled knowing full and well what the look on Dick's face would be like.
Dick grinned as he walked around to the massive computer screens and turned them on.
"What do I owe you for this?"
"Nothing. This is a gift, Dick."
Bruce smiled as he sat back in his massive, black leather, office chair.
Dick chuckled and shook his head.
"I can't thank you enough..."
"I'm proud of you." Bruce said those words and then hung up of Dick.
Dick smiled and slid his smart phone back into his back pocket.
"Love you too, Old Man."
Little did Dick know that any spike in unusual activity would now come up onto the computer screens that where now on and was connected to satellites all around the world.
00:30 hours.
Blüdhaven
Sirens could be heard in the distance and the sounds echoed through the buildings empty concrete halls.
Water dripped down the walls and the whole building was filled with the aroma of mold and dead rats along with other rotting materials.
Down the dark hallways, through the numerous empty rooms that would have once been filled with doctors and nurses, saving their patient's lives.
Came the screams of a woman.
They where muffled, but the cries of desperation that could only be heard by the mice in the building.
Down the corridor into one of the rooms that was once a room for life saving surgery, was now filled with light once again, but it was a light that lingered with death.
The muffled cries for help fell of deaf eyes as the hand in the mask hovered his surgical instruments over the woman's face
"That's enough panic from you. You'll thank me once I turn you into utter perfection."
The pig faced man started to slice into the scalp of the woman that was gaged and tied to the bed.
Tears rolled down the woman's cheeks as her screams for help and from the pain, were muffled by the gag.
That was when the something sliced through the thick, stank of the room.
The Baterang gliden through the air and sliced the hand of the Pig faced man, that was holding the scale that was pressing into the women's head.
"No! Batman!" The pigged faced man turned around to see who it was, who had stopped him in his tracks.
"Unfortunately for you... Batman's not here." The man with a brilliant blue strip across his chest strolled out from out of the darkness.
He in his hands was two escrimas with electricity buzzing from them.
The man in the pig mask moved back from the table the girl was tied to.
"Who... who are you?"
"Nightwing."
With that he leaped across the the room and slammed one of the escrimas straight into the pig face's jaw, sending blood sprays all over the old rotten walls.
~~~~~~~~~~
May 27
08:30 hours.
Blüdhaven
Dick Grayson was making himself a bowl of cerial as he listened to the early morning news on his apartment.
He looked over at his blue betta fish that was sitting on his kitchen bench inside a large fish bowl.
"Professor Pyg has been found and taken into custody early this morning. After police were notified of his whereabouts after the vigilante The Nightwing saved the day once again. This is the 4th sighting of the Nightwing in just this week and it seems that he isn't going to slow down on Blüdhaven's crime anytime soon."
The news reporter on the news spoke as she stood in front of the building where Professor Pyg was found.
Dick grinned and glanced over at his fish.
"Hear that. Daddy's surfing on those crime waves, Dude."
He shoved a spoonful of sugary cerial into his mouth as he glanced down at his phone to check Facebook.
That was when he heard the news reader go to braking news.
"Braking news that had just come in. The Justice League have been fighting an extraterrestrial being, that seemed to have followed the Justice League when they came back from being off world. It seems they have detained the situation, but it is leaving everyone questioning, 'what is going to happen if the Justice League are off world for too long leaving our planet venerable."
Dick glanced up at the TV to see Superman throwing a bus at the giant blue alian that was the size of a double story building.
He frowned thinking about the question the news reporter asked.
Another team was needed. A group of individuals that would come together to be where the Justice League couldn't.
These days the Justice League was very much under the public eye and had to be more then careful what they did as it could be scrutinised by the world governments.
There needed to be another team, one that could stay out of the public eye and do what the Justice League couldn't.
Dick frowned deeply as he thought about it.
He needed to make this team and he knew just who to ask to join it.
A smirk crossed his lips as he thought about how it was going to work.
Either way. It needed to happen.
~~~~~~~~~
May 30
17:45 hours
Abandoned Car and Scrap Yard.
Dick pulled up to the scrap yard in his silver, Porsche 911 Carrera and frowned slightly when he saw the way the place was set up... or more so how it was abandoned.
Old car bodies and prices of scrap metal where left laying around everywhere, in the dirt that obviously had no sign of growing anything.
He opened the door and stepped out of his Porsche onto the dead dirt.
His attention to the land was broken when his phone started to ring with the song "One Call Away" playing.
He answered it with a smirk and ran a hand through his hair.
"Bruce... I really want to thank you for the land. It's all flat so there won't he hardly any landscaping that needs to be done before building starts."
"Dick. Stop talking and head to the old reception building on sight."
Bruce was sitting in his office at Wayne Enterprises, as he looked out the massive window letting him look out all of Gotham.
Dick frowned slightly as he walked over to the small building that had an old, rotten sign saying "Reception" on it.
He opened up the door that creaked loudly as it swung open.
He walked slowly into the room half expecting the structure of the small building to fall down on him.
The small building had some old cabinets, two computer chairs that had some of the padding ripped out of them from mice and an old L shaped desk that was build into the wall.
"Okay... I'm in. Why?"
He knew Bruce was up to something, but he wasn't quite sure what exactly it was.
"Walk behind the office desk."
Bruce smiled waiting for Dick to finally figure it out.
Dick walked around the desk to find nothing. He soon started to look around and found that one of the tiles where slightly out of place. He gently pressed his foot on it and that was when he heard a very faint click coming from under the the desk.
He walked over to the desk and crouched down seeing a panel on the underside of the desk.
He gently touched the panel and a small scanner slid out from the underside of the desk and the blue light got to work on scanning his eyes.
The scanner disappeared bac into the desk and the tiles slipped away to open up the floor to a set of stairs.
Dick walked down the stairs slowly and squinted his eyes to try and get them to adjust to the dark lighting.
The floor above him closed out engulfing him in complete darkness.
Then lights started to light up the stairs he was walking down and lit up the entire massive complex under the old office.
Grayson's eyes widened as he looked around with each light that turned on, revealing more and more of the complex.
It was bigger then the Bat Cave and had living spaces inside it.
The set up was amazing done and Dick knew that this was a well set up space.
He looked around the main rooms where he and his team would be working.
The technology was the best of the best and everything was high end.
He gently ran his hand along the gun metal, round table that had comfortably black hairs all the way around it.
This table was hopefully going to become the heart of the team. So many meetings where going to be held here.
"How do you like your new HQ?" Bruce finally broke the silence and he smiled knowing full and well what the look on Dick's face would be like.
Dick grinned as he walked around to the massive computer screens and turned them on.
"What do I owe you for this?"
"Nothing. This is a gift, Dick."
Bruce smiled as he sat back in his massive, black leather, office chair.
Dick chuckled and shook his head.
"I can't thank you enough..."
"I'm proud of you." Bruce said those words and then hung up of Dick.
Dick smiled and slid his smart phone back into his back pocket.
"Love you too, Old Man."
Little did Dick know that any spike in unusual activity would now come up onto the computer screens that where now on and was connected to satellites all around the world.
