<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, 19:45<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Fish Mooney's Bar | North Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Megan, Conner, Wally, Open<br/><hr/><br/><em>‘No powers in public Conner. Thought I trained you better than that’</em>Dick glared at Conner, resisting the urge to pat down the flames that felt like they were devouring his pants. Of course he knew that it was just heat, and that Conner wouldn’t intentionally set his pants on fire, but Dick had a harder time explaining that to his nerve endings.<br/><br/>Once he’d finally settled back in his seat, Wally started to question why Dick hadn’t taken up the cowl become the next Batman.<br/><em>‘I don’t know Wally. I think I’m just waiting for the right time for Batman to make a comeback. I mean, he’s an urban legend. Best thing I can do it feed into that’</em><br/><br/>That was what he told the others, what he would say whenever anyone asked why he hadn’t taken over as batman. But that wasn’t the real reason. It certainly wasn’t explaining why he hadn’t even looked at the suits Bruce had designed for him. No, for Dick, he was concerned that he would never be good enough to bear the mantle.<br/><br/>Most metahumans, they had no upper limits. If Wally practised enough, he could eventually get be as fast as Barry had been. If Conner worked at his abilities, he could eventually be as good as Superman. And M’gann was already as good, if not better, than her uncle had been when it came to mind reading and shapeshifting. But for ‘normal’ people like Bruce and Dick, they had a hard limit. Dick could only ever get so good before his body could not improve anymore, before his mind was incapable of forming more neural pathways. And it was beginning to feel like, even once he’d reached his peak, Dick could never be quite as good as Bruce had been. He would never live up to the legacy of the Bat.<br/><br/>But those thoughts wouldn’t do him any good if he was going out to patrol, Dick had to remind himself, so he banished them from his mind when he joined in with the toast.<br/>“The Old Gang, new Friends, and those who couldn't be here.”<br/><br/>He sat and enjoyed himself for a few minutes before reality came back to him. He’d come to mooney’s to try and find leads, instead of going out on patrol. But since he hadn’t managed to get any leads, he needed to stop stalling and actually go out on patrol.<br/><br/>“I think I’ve gotta get out of here you guys. Running a multinational corporation isn’t all fun and games”<br/><br/><em>‘Well, and thugs don’t punch themselves in the face’ </em>he added with a mental wink to the group<br/><br/>Before getting out of the bar though, Dick went up to the counter and handed the bartender a few bills. “That should cover everything for my friends over there.”<br/><br/>The bartender just took the money with a nod, and the tacit understanding that Dick had given him extra to make sure that the newspapers didn’t suddenly find out that Dick Grayson had been hanging out in Fish Mooney’s Bar, and Dick walked out into the cold ready to show Gotham why Nightwing was just as good a protector as Batman had been.