<div class="floatleft">(http://cdn.movieweb.com/img.news/NE2szDLyUIEU69_1_1.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>October 17, 2015; 2025 hours | Saturday<br/><strong>Location:</strong>STAR Labs | East Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Oracle, Superboy, Batwoman, Spoiler, Deathstroke.<br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>Nightwing manages to not break any bones by falling with grace. He organizes a plan for the team, with Batwoman and Spoiler taking the device and running away, and Dick and Conner staying behind to hold off Deathstroke. He throws a smoke-bomb at Deathstroke's feet and lets loose a barrage of batarangs/shuriken<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Dick had been preparing to twist his way out of The Commander’s grasp, using the villains back as a springboard to launch himself across the room, but Spoiler's impromptu attack had thankfully spared him the effort.<br/><br/>One of the first things a potential circus acrobat learned, before even how to preform a balancing act, was how to fall. It seemed like such a simple skill, but it had saved his live so many times that Dick had stopped counting. And that was only the times he’d used it while at the circus; If he added in the times it had saved his life while he’d been wearing tights and fighting crimes, the number would be somewhere closer to ‘infinity’ times. So when he was unceremoniously thrown onto the ground, it was like second nature for Dick to tuck and roll as he hit the ground. Such a simple action, but it meant he only got a few bruises as he hit the ground instead of any broken bones and that he was able to spring up to his feet without even needing a second to catch his breath.<br/><br/>“Oh man, it looks like I’ll have to start taking this fight seriously” Dick said with a laugh as he noticed Kate grabbing the mystery device under the desk. Now that Batwoman had gotten a chance to disengage from the fight and get the device away from the thief, Dick could help play defense to keep him from catching up her. All they had to do was hold him off until the cops came, minutes at this point. Even he didn’t look stupid enough to try and go up against superheroes and cops at the same time.<br/><br/>Still, for that plan to work, they needed an actual plan. Everyone needed a position and a goal to focus on.<br/><br/>“Alright team, time for maneuver 5. Batwoman and Spoiler are the robin, Superboy and I are the cowl.”<br/>It had been one of the first true team maneuvers Bruce and he had ever worked on together. It was incredibly simple, with one party acting as ‘the robin’ and running from the fight with something vital and the other party acting as ‘the cowl’ who would hold off any opponents until ‘the robin’ was able to get out of dodge. And while it was bare-bones simple, it had also proven incredibly useful over the years.<br/><br/>Here, Batwoman had the device and just had to get as far from the thief as she could. Spoiler was her backup, following Batwoman and helping out in any way she could. And if it turned out their solitary thief wasn’t so solitary, then at least it would be two people against the newcomer instead of just Batwoman. He and Conner on the other hand had to deal with the superpowered villain, keeping him busy long enough for Conner to regain his powers or for the cops to show up.<br/><br/>Of course, his plan hinged on a few very important assumptions on Dick’s end: First, that Steph and Conner both remembered what maneuver 5 was and what their positions entailed. While they were incredibly bright, and had been training for a while, neither had as much teamwork experience as Dick would have liked. Just a half second of hesitation that the commander could seize on, and it would have all be for nothing. Second, that the box the Commander had thrown under the desk had been the thief’s real target. It seemed an obvious conclusion, but Dick had seen stranger heists. And if he didn’t care about the box, then Dick had just sent off two people that could have helped take down the assailant. Third, that Dick was right in his assumption that the small object was a nullifier or inhibitor of some sort and that getting it away form Conner would return Superboy to his full power. If he was right, then The Commander would have to go up against a nearly full powered kryptonian and one of the few people who could have beaten Batman in a fight. But if Dick was wrong, then he’d just taken away the strength in numbers that had been keeping them alive so far.<br/><br/>“Let’s see how well your eyesight is SB” He called out to Conner an instant before throwing a smoke bomb at the mercenary’s feet. A tap at the side of his mask and suddenly Dick could see through the dense cloud as though it wasn’t even there.<br/><br/><em>‘Gotta love Wayne Tech’ </em>he mused before letting loose with a barrage of his own specialty shuriken. He’d helped design them to suit his fighting style, which meant they folded up smaller, deployed faster, and could be thrown at higher velocity than Bruce’s old batarang design. As soon as one had left his hand, a new one sprung out of the spring loaded portion of his wrist gauntlet and opened to its full size, ready to be hurled. Within a second, a dozen of the sharp wingdings were flying towards the hopefully still smoke blinded Commander.