Post by blaquesaber on Nov 18, 2008 2:04:46 GMT -5
Nightwing swung a leg over the gargoyle head he had been sitting on looking out over the city and stood up. This was the tallest point in Bludhaven, the east building of Bradley Towers and gave the greatest vantage point of the entire city. He usually ended his nightly patrols here.
[Batman and I used to stay out on patrol until we’d experienced an hour-long lull in activity.]
With a truncheon in his hand he reached down and hooked the end of it into a hollowed out clasp of his right boot rig. With a pop-click it synced up with his powered jump line. Lifting up the truncheon he aimed it north and fired expending a jet-black line in a gaseous haze far off into the night sky.
[Sometimes we’d be out from sun down to four or five in the morning.]
Without so much as a single step back Nightwing leapt into the air, possibly before the jump line’s end hook had even found its perch yet. Angling his body into a lengthily turn the jump line snapped taunt and Nightwing sailed through the air heading north along the 61 freeway.
[The thing is, neither of us could ever come up with a logical reason as to why there’d be a lull at all.]
Off to his left, in one of the River House Hotel’s pent house suites, a light went on as a lady dressed in a silk gown stumbled out onto the balcony. A raging brute of a man followed her out. Nightwing couldn’t see from his vantage point but he could hear the woman and she was screaming.
[I’ve yet to have that problem in the ‘Haven]
Nightwing brought his feet down parallel with the street un-pointing his toes to provide drag and allowing him to shift his weight as he changed position for the River House.
[Can’t land on the roof, I’ll loose my visual over the situation and the entire thing could be over by the time I get it back. No other choice but to land right in the middle of their squabble and hope I can keep it from getting bloody.]
Bringing up his knees Nightwing used his momentum to perform a summersault right off of the jump line. As he swung past the balcony he flipped his legs back up over his head and then dropped down dead center onto the balcony. His presence was noticed instantly. The woman stifled her own scream by covering her mouth and the hulking man within the suite roared, lunging out after Nightwing with the jagged edge of a broken champagne bottle.
Nightwing’s defensive maneuver was to simply close the sliding glass door. The hulking man inside the suite smacked into the glass, forcing him to drop the make shift weapon into the plush carpet and cover his face upon impact. Outside on the balcony the woman took a step forward clutching the acrobatic hero by the arm. Unfortunately there won’t be enough time for pleasantries as the man behind the glass goes for the nickel plated piston jammed into his waist band.
[Here I have entirely different types of problems.]
The man inside the suite cocks back the pistols hammer and draws down steady on Nightwing’s mid section. The masked hero knows that at this close of a range tempered glass isn’t going to do much to stop a bullet. From his glove Nightwing sends a black-Gas pellet at the sliding glass door, it explodes in a plume of smoke. Spinning around one and a half turns he grabs the woman with both hands, his chest to her back and his arms around her only to fall off the back off of the balcony like a diver going over the edge of a boat.
Nightwing knows that a fifteen story drop doesn’t give them much time to reach their destination. He and his acquaintance can’t stay bundled together for the inevitable touch down at the bottom or they’ll both do more harm than good.
[No time to give instructions on how to use the jump line. I’m going to have to drop her safely down to the grass in the park block.]
Nightwing brings his right knee up into the crutch of Julia Richards right knee and pushes up from behind. Within moments both of her knees are up to her chest and that is all of the momentum he needs to spin them around. Facing front they both see the park block, a strip of green grass and tall trees dividing the street beneath them. As their path cuts between two lines of trees Nightwing lets go of the woman he’s saved from fifteen stories up and she lands softly on her knees only to roll on contact like a pro.
Nightwing positions him self in the upper branches of the next tree down the line. Choking up on the truncheon he spins completely around a thick branch, using his motion to scrub off the speed of descent allowing him to drop safely to the grass just beyond the woman. Standing, the hero sheaths his truncheon.
“Are you ok?”
“A little shaken, that was incredible.” Julia stands up to meet her rescuer.
“We’ll stop traffic soon if we stay here, we need to keep moving.”
“Oh my god, thank you.” Julia steps into him, throwing her arms around him like a lost child finally found. This move would turn out to define the night.
“Did you see what that crazy son of a…”
Julia Richards started crying, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest while she thanked the masked hero over and over.
[She’s been seriously traumatized. I’m going to need to secure some real transportation. I can’t take her to get any real help on jump lines.]
“Ma’am I can help you but…”
Just then Nightwing is slammed with 200 lbs of solid pain from above. He’s on the ground, arching his back in the grass from the pain. Out of no where there is a second set of boots in the grass now, someone who’s struck him from above and hard. Looking up he can see that it’s the man from the penthouse. The one with the gun, firing at them as they fell toward the street.
[This guy slid down my jump line!]
The man kicked out and delivered a thunderous blow to Nightwing’s ribs. Three cracked on contact and Nightwing rolled over in pain.
Dick Grayson couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this kind of pain. He blinked twice to clear his eyes only to witness the source of his pain. Julia Richards slipped out of her silk gown leaving it in the damp grass. In Julia’s hand, the light blue “V” shaped armor that is usually attached to the front of Nightwing’s costume. It strengthened the entire torso section acting as padding, armor and providing bullet resistance, without it he’s just as susceptible to damage from a steel towed boot as the next guy.
[I’ve been played for a fool. They’re not a crazy couple in a lovers spat; they were gunning for me all along. The sobbing was a nice touch. She had been working on my chest rig the entire time her head was buried in my chest.]
“Come on, I’ve got it so lets go!” The woman shouted. Nightwing noticed that she’d removed the silk gown and was wearing a black body suit that must have been underneath it.
“He’s got more around his arms and legs.” The man explained as he moved closer to Nightwing who sat down in the grass.
“The job is only for this blue v.” Her claim had no effect on her partner, the man lunged at Nightwing with another kick.
[Fool me twice ass hole.]
Nightwing had removed a hand full of custom shurikens from both shin rigs around the tops of his boots and let them fly. Three at the man nearly in his face and three toward the woman still in the rear. Two shurikens connected into the man, one square in his shin and another grazing his knee.
The woman rolled forward cradling the chest rig to her chest as she came up in the grass. While in mid tumble her left leg was grazed across the calf muscle Nightwing could see where her left hand had landed and instantly he knew that she knew exactly what to do with it.
A split second later he was blasted with the stun taser built into his suit. It’s designed for close quarters combat, to stun an opponent who’s gotten a hold of you amidst a fight. Nightwing is usually protected from it, due to the chest rig. This time he arched his back as the pain crept over him like a million electronic ants.
Nightwing wakes up with a splitting headache. It isn’t even a minute before he’s on his feet running through the tree lined park block. Activating the sat-com in his mask he contacted Oracle to brief her on the situation...
[Batman and I used to stay out on patrol until we’d experienced an hour-long lull in activity.]
With a truncheon in his hand he reached down and hooked the end of it into a hollowed out clasp of his right boot rig. With a pop-click it synced up with his powered jump line. Lifting up the truncheon he aimed it north and fired expending a jet-black line in a gaseous haze far off into the night sky.
[Sometimes we’d be out from sun down to four or five in the morning.]
Without so much as a single step back Nightwing leapt into the air, possibly before the jump line’s end hook had even found its perch yet. Angling his body into a lengthily turn the jump line snapped taunt and Nightwing sailed through the air heading north along the 61 freeway.
[The thing is, neither of us could ever come up with a logical reason as to why there’d be a lull at all.]
Off to his left, in one of the River House Hotel’s pent house suites, a light went on as a lady dressed in a silk gown stumbled out onto the balcony. A raging brute of a man followed her out. Nightwing couldn’t see from his vantage point but he could hear the woman and she was screaming.
[I’ve yet to have that problem in the ‘Haven]
Nightwing brought his feet down parallel with the street un-pointing his toes to provide drag and allowing him to shift his weight as he changed position for the River House.
[Can’t land on the roof, I’ll loose my visual over the situation and the entire thing could be over by the time I get it back. No other choice but to land right in the middle of their squabble and hope I can keep it from getting bloody.]
Bringing up his knees Nightwing used his momentum to perform a summersault right off of the jump line. As he swung past the balcony he flipped his legs back up over his head and then dropped down dead center onto the balcony. His presence was noticed instantly. The woman stifled her own scream by covering her mouth and the hulking man within the suite roared, lunging out after Nightwing with the jagged edge of a broken champagne bottle.
Nightwing’s defensive maneuver was to simply close the sliding glass door. The hulking man inside the suite smacked into the glass, forcing him to drop the make shift weapon into the plush carpet and cover his face upon impact. Outside on the balcony the woman took a step forward clutching the acrobatic hero by the arm. Unfortunately there won’t be enough time for pleasantries as the man behind the glass goes for the nickel plated piston jammed into his waist band.
[Here I have entirely different types of problems.]
The man inside the suite cocks back the pistols hammer and draws down steady on Nightwing’s mid section. The masked hero knows that at this close of a range tempered glass isn’t going to do much to stop a bullet. From his glove Nightwing sends a black-Gas pellet at the sliding glass door, it explodes in a plume of smoke. Spinning around one and a half turns he grabs the woman with both hands, his chest to her back and his arms around her only to fall off the back off of the balcony like a diver going over the edge of a boat.
Nightwing knows that a fifteen story drop doesn’t give them much time to reach their destination. He and his acquaintance can’t stay bundled together for the inevitable touch down at the bottom or they’ll both do more harm than good.
[No time to give instructions on how to use the jump line. I’m going to have to drop her safely down to the grass in the park block.]
Nightwing brings his right knee up into the crutch of Julia Richards right knee and pushes up from behind. Within moments both of her knees are up to her chest and that is all of the momentum he needs to spin them around. Facing front they both see the park block, a strip of green grass and tall trees dividing the street beneath them. As their path cuts between two lines of trees Nightwing lets go of the woman he’s saved from fifteen stories up and she lands softly on her knees only to roll on contact like a pro.
Nightwing positions him self in the upper branches of the next tree down the line. Choking up on the truncheon he spins completely around a thick branch, using his motion to scrub off the speed of descent allowing him to drop safely to the grass just beyond the woman. Standing, the hero sheaths his truncheon.
“Are you ok?”
“A little shaken, that was incredible.” Julia stands up to meet her rescuer.
“We’ll stop traffic soon if we stay here, we need to keep moving.”
“Oh my god, thank you.” Julia steps into him, throwing her arms around him like a lost child finally found. This move would turn out to define the night.
“Did you see what that crazy son of a…”
Julia Richards started crying, sobbing uncontrollably into his chest while she thanked the masked hero over and over.
[She’s been seriously traumatized. I’m going to need to secure some real transportation. I can’t take her to get any real help on jump lines.]
“Ma’am I can help you but…”
Just then Nightwing is slammed with 200 lbs of solid pain from above. He’s on the ground, arching his back in the grass from the pain. Out of no where there is a second set of boots in the grass now, someone who’s struck him from above and hard. Looking up he can see that it’s the man from the penthouse. The one with the gun, firing at them as they fell toward the street.
[This guy slid down my jump line!]
The man kicked out and delivered a thunderous blow to Nightwing’s ribs. Three cracked on contact and Nightwing rolled over in pain.
Dick Grayson couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this kind of pain. He blinked twice to clear his eyes only to witness the source of his pain. Julia Richards slipped out of her silk gown leaving it in the damp grass. In Julia’s hand, the light blue “V” shaped armor that is usually attached to the front of Nightwing’s costume. It strengthened the entire torso section acting as padding, armor and providing bullet resistance, without it he’s just as susceptible to damage from a steel towed boot as the next guy.
[I’ve been played for a fool. They’re not a crazy couple in a lovers spat; they were gunning for me all along. The sobbing was a nice touch. She had been working on my chest rig the entire time her head was buried in my chest.]
“Come on, I’ve got it so lets go!” The woman shouted. Nightwing noticed that she’d removed the silk gown and was wearing a black body suit that must have been underneath it.
“He’s got more around his arms and legs.” The man explained as he moved closer to Nightwing who sat down in the grass.
“The job is only for this blue v.” Her claim had no effect on her partner, the man lunged at Nightwing with another kick.
[Fool me twice ass hole.]
Nightwing had removed a hand full of custom shurikens from both shin rigs around the tops of his boots and let them fly. Three at the man nearly in his face and three toward the woman still in the rear. Two shurikens connected into the man, one square in his shin and another grazing his knee.
The woman rolled forward cradling the chest rig to her chest as she came up in the grass. While in mid tumble her left leg was grazed across the calf muscle Nightwing could see where her left hand had landed and instantly he knew that she knew exactly what to do with it.
A split second later he was blasted with the stun taser built into his suit. It’s designed for close quarters combat, to stun an opponent who’s gotten a hold of you amidst a fight. Nightwing is usually protected from it, due to the chest rig. This time he arched his back as the pain crept over him like a million electronic ants.
Nightwing wakes up with a splitting headache. It isn’t even a minute before he’s on his feet running through the tree lined park block. Activating the sat-com in his mask he contacted Oracle to brief her on the situation...
