<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; 2026 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 grapple up and avoid the swarm of bullets. He surveys the scene, notices that Steph is in bad shape and that Batwoman is pissed because of this. He throws down a smoke bomb and jumps behind Deathstroke, delivering an electrified sleeper hold. Then he called for Superboy to finish the job, prepared to jump away from Deathstroke at the last possible second.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Nightwing was an oddity among the Bat family. Kate used a strong disciplined style that was just a few degrees removed from how Bruce had fought. Jason channeled his rage into fighting and made his opponent fear him, just like their father had. Steph was learning, but she seemed to take advantage of the shadow like the mentor she’d never met. Dick though, he was a performer first and foremost. He bantered, he showed off, and he did things that most of the others would shake their heads at.<br/><br/>But something that had surprised countless villains, and more than a few heroes, was that Dick used it all as an act to hide a capable tactical and analytical fighter. His banter knocked foes off their defenses, made them make small mistakes, sometimes even making them slip up and reveal something about themselves. His extravagant motions forced opponents, most of them used to traditional fights, to defends against moves they likely hadn’t seen before. And his seemingly over reliance on jumps, flips, and verticality was used as an advantage against villains who just weren’t used to fighting someone when attacked from above or below them.<br/><br/>Batman might have used the shadows to his advantage, but Nightwing used the spotlight.<br/><br/>That wasn’t to say that Batman had taught him anything; One of the key skills father had passed to son was how to analyze everything an opponent did and how to use the advantages against them. With the knowledge that he was going to have to fight smart to defeat the opponent who was stronger and faster than he was, Dick started to run through all the important things he’d noticed about the thief.<br/><br/>Bantering didn’t seem to do anything but piss of the guy. Which meant most would stop doing it, but Dick knew that someone pissed off would be more likely to make one small slip up that one of them could exploit. Smoke bombs seemed to be a minor inconvenience thank to his superior senses. But it still did inconvenience him. His body armor meant that most normal batarangs were ineffective at best. And, most importantly to Nightwing, he didn’t look up often. With all of that information, a plan started to form in his mind.<br/><br/>Dick had already started to angle his Grappling hook towards the one of the hanging lights of the room when he saw the gun being raised. By the time the bullets had been fired and were speeding towards him, Dick was a few feet above the ground and they whizzed by harmlessly inches below his feet.<br/><br/>He grabbed onto the support wire of the light fixture for a second, using the brief moment of peace to survey the battle. Batwoman was pissed, and Spoiler was dealing with what looked like broken bones and a concussion. He saw the plan falling apart in a flash, but knew enough about the team to understand that the day hadn’t been lost yet. Spoiler had tossed her grappling gun to Conner, clearly she had a plan of her there, and if it was the same one he’d been forming, it was a good one. So long as they finished up here soon, within the next twenty minutes, he could get Spoiler back to the medbay in the Cave. She might be out of commision for a few days, but she’d be fine. And Batwoman angry was one of the most terrifying sights Dick had ever seen. They could still handle this, he was sure of it. If they could play keep away with his cube, all the better. But all they really had to do was keep him occupied until the police showed up. Conner had called the police ten minutes before. Given typical GCPD response time, and the fact that Poison Ivy had been attacking a bank when he’d placed the call, that meant they had another five minutes before the police would get there.<br/><br/>Though, why go through all that when he saw a chance to end the fighting right then and there?<br/><br/>With a three different plans, and contingencies for each of the plans, Dick jumped down into the fray, dropping a smoke bomb before he landed gracefully behind Deathstroke.<br/><br/>“Ah, that’s no fun to leave in the middle of our fight Cyclops. We weren’t done playing yet” He said with a teasing tone as he wrapped his arm around Deathstroke’s neck and put the villain into a hold for the third time. This time though, Dick’s effects would be more… shocking.<br/><br/>Built into each of Dick’s gauntlets were tasers capable of emitting tens of thousands of volts of electricity. And with one gauntlet pressed against Deathstroke's neck, and the other against his back, Dick was confident that it would hurt the superhuman thief. When he’d first made his Nightwing suit, Dick had made sure it was insulated just in case of something like this. But most villains weren’t so thoughtful. And who should they be; the heroes who used electricity was a remarkably short list, mostly composed of him and Black Lightning.<br/><br/>“Superboy! Now!” Nightwing shouted out, ready to release the mercenary and get out of dodge the instant he saw Conner’s form get close enough, hoping that the electricity would stun him long enough for Superboy to end the fight.<br/><br/>Atleast, that's how plan number one went. It all hinged on if he managed to get a hold on Deathstroke, and if his electricity managed to give the mercenary the smallest pause. At that point, it wouldn't have surprised Dick if it was suddenly revealed that the thief was actually he lovechild of Bruce and Jesus.