Literature
Nightwing the Lost: Prologue
The rain whipped against Dick’s face, stinging and cutting as he tore through the streets of Gotham. It was barely five in the afternoon, but with the recent atmospheric and geological disturbance, it was already dark and dismal. His earpiece chirped, and a moment later, Bruce’s voice blared.
“Nightwing? Nightwing, come in!”
Dick said nothing. There were no words that could give today any meaning. The universe had been singularly cruel to a multitude of people, one of whom was Dick.
“I’m tracking your bike, Nightwing. I know exactly wh