<div class="floatleft">(http://momentummoonlight.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/03/themanhasstyle.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson<br/><strong>Nom de Guerre:</strong>Nightwing<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Bat-family<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 19:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Megan, Conner, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Dick Grayson put down another drink at the bar, water in vodka glass to throw anyone who was nosy enough to smell his glass, and scanned the room one last time. Fish Mooney’s was normally a prime spot to find someone who was less than reputable planning another wild caper. If he couldn’t find any leads for that night, it was his go to spot to try and find out whether something big was going happen that night.<br/><br/>But tonight it was dead. None of the skeevy regulars were there, and even the henchmen who hung around trying to find work from one of the skeevy regulars were nowhere to be found. In fact, the only real point of interest was in the gorgeous redhead who was occupying a booth at the far end of the establishment.<br/><br/><em>‘damn, she really is gorgeous’ </em>Dick thought to himself, though he had a feeling that he'd seen her somewhere before. Legs that went for miles, a pretty face that would probably look better screwed up in ecstasy, and… suddenly Dick realized where he'd seen her before. It wasn't a form she saw too often, and he was much more used to that particular girl having green skin as opposed to her current pale white form, but Dick Grayson never forgot an old friend.<br/><br/>“Megan!” he proclaimed with a wide smile as he walked over to her booth, arms already outstretched for a hug. M'gann M'orzz was one of the few other sidekicks that he’d been able to go on adventures with when he wasn’t acting like a soldier in Batman’s two man war on crime. They and a few other sidekicks had formed a little club, and had managed to take down a few major league villains when the Justice League had their hands full. Before the Invasion, they’d all held some misguided idea of taking over for the League once their mentors retired.<br/><br/>“I haven't seen you since the graduation!” it was their simple code, a way to let each other know if they saw one another out of costume.<br/><em>‘Megan, it’s Nightwing!’ </em>He telepathically spoke to the martian mindreader, letting her know exactly which one of her fellow teammates was coming up to expecting a bear hug. It really had been too long since he’d seen her, atleast a few years now, since he helped rescue her from Luthor’s clutches.<br/><br/>But, there was another reason Dick was so happy to see Megan. She was one of the other sidekicks that had lost a mentor in the invasion. And her ‘uncle’ John, Or the Martian Manhunter as world thought of hi, was as much a father figure to the young girl as Bruce had been to Dick.<br/><br/>Even if they never talked about it, Dick took small bit of comfort in the fact that someone else understood what he was going through. THere was another person in the world who might know that bizarre mixture of anger, grief, and pride. Afterall, they were superheroes. They put their life on the line every time they went out in the costume. Death in the line of duty was a sad way to go, but Dick knew it was only way that he wanted to go if dying at an old age surrounded by friends and family was off the table.<br/><br/>Something else made Dick even happier though, happier than he could have imagined. Sitting across from the leggy redhead was the newest member of the bat family, courtesy of Kate Kane, the clone of the Boy Scout himself.<br/><br/>“And Conner Kent, as I live and breath” Dick couldn't help but move into a slower midwestern drawl to tease Conner. So what if it sounded more like a southern dandy than a Midwest hick. It wasn’t like he was actually trying to blend in, or to actually piss Conner off. This was just the best way he knew to make the boy feel at ease; constant, unending, teasing and jokes.<br/><br/>“Really now though, would your Pa want you to be drinking that liquid courage?” He asked with a knowing smile and a thumb thrown back to the empty glass that Conner had left at the bar “I happen to know for a fact your old man preferred three fingers of milk, no chaser. And I’m sure Kate would none too pleased to see you in this sort of establishment. Good, it means you're finally growing a spine” Dick said with his trademark smile and a pat on the younger boy's broad shoulders.