... if more of the fighters were still capable of bleeding. The carnage is horrific enough without that. Still, Athena sits in her seat, Nike still at her side, calmly watching the battle raging below her. Occasionally her eyes narrow and her lips move, though what she is whispering is not audible to Nike.

Downtown Blüdhaven. I'm four blocks south of the McCullar skyscraper, overlooking the Spine. It's 4 a.m, and it's been an unusually quiet night so far. The overworked PD's frequencies are at a low ebb ( Read more... )

It's been a long night on patrol, but a welcome one. Working off his earlier frustration's been draining, both physically and emotionally. By the time he gets back to the brownstone, it's first light. He's got a few of his own cuts and bruises to show for the night's work, but he's thinking more of a long hot shower before getting some sleep ( Read more... )

Oracle, this is Nightwing. Come in.

You're just gonna -love- this...

It's close to three in the morning when I hit the train yards. The brownstone Babs and I moved to is right by the Red Line North, a busy freight line serving the commercial docks area; which makes it easy for me to hitch a ride on a cargo wagon's roof to the terminal ( Read more... )