@avaenger / closed.
This was it. This was his chance to get a hold of this slippery bastard once and for all. It had been a long time since Dick has had this much trouble dealing with anyone, wasn’t quite sure how this man seemed to anticipate his approach every damn time. He’d taken every care to conceal his movements, shadows, the sound of his footsteps — everything. Maybe he’s been out of the swing of things lately in Duskridge, gotten a bit slack; it’d be a convenient excuse, except he didn’t feel sluggish. It was fucking frustrating, and yet the teeniest, tiniest bit... exciting.
He’d resorted to a smoke bomb, figuring that if there was a possibility his movements were being watched somehow, he simply needed to become invisible. Unlike the Robin costume, brightly coloured and designed to distract, Nightwing’s dark ( and cape-less ) designs made his silhouette a little less obvious, more difficult to spot in the dark.
A sharp jab to the back of the knee with the end of an escrima stick was enough to make the man buckle onto one knee. Once the smoke began to clear, Dick got his first clear look at the other’s face. Another clown-looking freak. Just great.
“Why is it always clowns?”
