Character: Nightwing<br/>Location: Training Room<br/>Tag: open<br/>Time: Sunday morning<br/><hr/>He was already in suit, going at it in the training room once could tell he probably had not gotten any sleep. Brand new and the training dummies looked like they had been used or years. His shouts and grunts could be heard throughout the floor most likely. He probably wouldn't stop for a while longer, unless he was interrupted. His emotions were everywhere, as were his frustrations, fears, everything. He only had two ways of venting and trying to get himself straight: Sex, and Fighting. Nightwing managed to get himself known as the superhero playboy, making that damsel in distress his latest squeez, though he had managed to more or less keep those stories contained within Bludhaven. Other than the primal act of sex, Fighting was the only other thing he had known in his life, and training was a good substitute for it.