(http://cdn.buzznet.com/assets/users16/jailtonpietro/default/young-male-fashion--large-msg-136003302578.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong>Damian Rolan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Local Comic-Book shop<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>All<br/><br/>Friday. It was Friday and it could not have came any slower then it did for Damian. The moment he marked his calendar for this particular Friday, his anticipation for what was to come suddenly made his week twice as long. No one could truly understand the frustration he went through as he endured everyday life knowing that his patience was thinning fast. Now it was Friday and what was to come indeed came. Damian casually walked through the glass door of his local comic-book shop known as "James Incorporated." The name alone gave the feeling that there must have been some legal debate for the name considering it was "ripping off" Batman Incorporated.<br/><br/>Speaking of Batman Incorporated, he found the latest issue right next to what he was looking for. Before grabbing his objective, Damian reached towards the Batman Incorporated issue and examined it. It still made his heart twist into an odd shape as he looked upon the word "Requiem" on the cover page with the R being replaced with the Robin symbol. Remembering the previous issue showcasing a tragic moment in comic-book history, he understood that DC wanted to build a memorial to the lost through having the New 52 paste Requiem on their Batman related comics. Batman and Robin, Detective Commics, Catwoman, Red Hood and the Outlaws, Bat Girl, even World's Finest show cased Huntress's grief towards the lost. Last, but not least, Nightwing #18 showed his favorite hero dealing with the lost of Robin, Damian Wayne.<br/><br/>But it is not Dick Grayson's grief that pulled him towards Nightwing #19. It was the fact that they dropped a major bombshell towards Nightwing with the ending pages. Damian Rolan needed to know if they truly were going to go with this certain plot twist. So setting Batman Incorporated down, Damian picked up Nightwing #19 and walked towards the counter. It was in that moment a event occurred. His mind only registered the idea that a nuclear bomb may have blown and he was caught in it. So much for purchasing Nightwing. Now he may never know if Tony Zucco is truly alive, or so he thought. Darkness engulfed his sight, silence through his ears, and the feeling of hard ground within his grasp. Wait, hard ground?<br/><br/>Damian opened his eyes and found he was not within his own comic-book shop that he was visiting. Taking a look around, Damian stood up and found that he was one of a few people around in a group. They were all dressed in<em>really</em>convincing costumes. They look exactly like the other few comic-book heroes and heroines he occasionally glimpsed from time to time. The symbiote spiderman,  Wiccan,   Spartan,   Ms Marvel,  X23,  Deadpool, Green Lantern, Zealot,  Captain America and even Witchblade was there. He remembered most of these people being part of comics he once read, but gave up for awhile in favor of Nightwing. It registered in his mind that he stopped reading Witchblade around the time he stopped reading The Darkness comics. He could not, for the life of him, why he would stop reading those two comics. He rather liked Jackie Estacado as a character and  Sara Pezzini was one of his favorite female heroines to come from Dark Horse. Ah! What a tangent he went into.<br/><br/>Shaking his head and rubbing his temples, Damian tried to make sense of the situation. It was then he felt it, his hands were encased in some strange material. Looking at his hands, they were covered in black material that felt comfortable around his hands, it was then his vision traveled down towards his chest where he saw something that made his heart skip. Nightwing's New 52 costume somehow found itself on his own body with rippling muscles that he didn't have before bulging out of the costume. Wait. Muscles? He remembered he had a frail figure just moments before being in his favorite hero's costume.<br/><br/>"Man. I gotta tell Bruce about this." Damian spoke in a different tone. His breath was caught as he suddenly jumped at his own voice. First off, he never had such a strong voice before. Second, he never knew anyone named Bruce. No wait... it was coming together now. Bruce came to him a few evenings ago telling him about an auction that was show casing his father's "Flying Grayson" uniform as an item up for bidding. He could not salvage the item that belonged to his father, but he managed to save a few civilians.<br/><br/>"Wait wait wait. I don't do hero stuff. I have never saved people from a burning building. Why do I remember Nightwing #19 as if I was there?" Suddenly, it just clicked. Flashes of another life not his own ran through his head. It was coming all too fast, training with Bruce, creating the alias known as Robin, dating Batgirl, marrying Starfire, watching Tony Zucco's funeral, becoming single, even his alleged rape done by the hand of Tarantula after he let a man get killed, and even... even<em>her</em>screams and her hand reaching out to him. He did not understand. What were these memories? Why does he remember his parents death as if it had happened so soon? Was he...?<br/><br/>Taking a look around, he saw the glass panel to the door. Waking up to the door, he stopped and place a hand on the glass. He was not Damian Rolan. What he stared at was Richard 'Dick' Grayson, first ward of Bruce Wayne, creator of the Robin persona, the man who replaced Batman when Bruce was gone. He was Dick Grayson. He was Nightwing.<br/><br/>(http://i2.squidoocdn.com/resize/squidoo_images/590/draft_lens18266372module153566895photo_1316793298nightwing_1_01.jpg)