<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; 2020 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>Dick leads Spoiler to the main Room, demonstrating just how sneaky two people can really be. Dick Sees Deathstroke throw something under a desk, and sees him laugh off a punch from Superboy. Nightwing instigates a grappling hold, and tries to choke out Deathsroke with one of his escrima<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Dick looked back to Spoiler, holding a finger to his lips to let her know that she shouldn’t respond to Batwoman’s call. In long hallways, like the ones that crisscrossed all through STAR Labs, voices carried. If there really was just one person stealing from the lab and he was good enough to evade Kate, then chances were good that he would be able to hear if Dick or Steph started talking. And they could use every advantage they could get if their mystery criminal was good enough, or cocky enough, to try and rob Star labs by himself. It was better to let the would-be thief think that Kate just had one partner in Conner and the surprise him if Superboy needed backup than it was to play their hand all at once.<br/><br/>So the pair continued down the hall towards the main forgey, moving as fast as they could without making any real noise. By the time they made it to the main entrance and got a good look at the mercenary, Conner was already intercepting. Nightwing held up a hand, signalling Spoiler to hold on. Conner could handle one thug, no matter how powerful that thug might be. Better to stay back and observe, find out everything could about the masked villain in case they ever crossed paths again.<br/><br/>In that observation, Grayson saw two things: The first was a small object, a wooden crate, that the thief slide across the floor to hide under a desk. Dick would have bet money on that being whatever he’d been hired to retrieve.<br/><br/>The other observation was much more distressing one. Conner managed to land a hit on the man, only for him to start laughing like a madman. There weren’t many people on Earth who could take a direct punch from Conner head on and live to talk about it. Granted Conner was probably pulling back a little, and the masked man had managed to block the blow slightly, but still. Either Conner was somehow being weakened, or this guy was a more serious threat then Dick had thought.<br/><br/><em>‘Okay, we need to end this fast’</em>Dick thought to himself, running through a thousand different moves he could make that had the potential to end the fight before it got serious. Most of them fell apart though for one simple reason; this masked man as able to take a punch from Conner and ended up laughing. And then he remembered a lesson Batman had taught him years ago, then they’d been fighting Bane. Just because someone could take a superhuman amount of punishment didn’t mean they were immune to everything; most metahumans with invulnerability were still vulnerable to electricity, gas, and the like. Even a good sleeper hold could take down someone that was capable of shaking off rockets.<br/><br/><em>‘So I’ve just got to get close enough and put him into a hold, which might make him pass out if I’m lucky and can hold him in it long enough.’<br/>‘Easy. No Problem. It’s not like he’s faster than Kate, or he’s tough enough to laugh at Conner’s punch. I have the best ideas.</em><br/><br/>Just as Dick debated the pros and cons of coming up with another plan, and benefits of a forced vacation should the mercenary break one of his bones, the opening revealed itself. The assailant's leg was falling to the ground after his kick connected with Conner, and his back was still turned to Dick. A small calming breath and Nightwing was suddenly leaping through the air, pouncing on the mercenary like a monkey jumping  from a  tree to try and subdue a more powerful predator. Dick’s powerful legs wrapped around the mysterious man’s hips, hooking together at the ankles to ensure that he wouldn’t be taken off unless he let it happen. One of the escrima that Dick had taken to using as his weapon of choice was gripped tight in his hands, pushing hard against his opponents throat and restricting the masked man’s airflow.<br/><br/>Clinging to the back of the thief, Dick couldn’t help the smile that spread across his features. Now that he’d revealed himself to the opposition, there was no need to hide or to act deathly serious. He could cut loose and enjoy himself.<br/><br/>“Just be sure that you don’t forget the safeword. Wouldn't want to hurt my new partner now would I?”