Inheritance

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Who:  Dick, Joker, Tim, Roy, Bones, and Matt Murdock ..Possibly Stephanie Brown
Where: Training room and moving to the Medical Bay
When:  afternoon
Summary: Dick's going to take up the Mantle left behind by his mentor..whether he likes it or not.
Warnings: Blood, Gore, Violence...its Joker, you know its going to be graphic

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It had been far too long since he'd paid Nightwing a friendly visit and so when the Joker had seen the undercover vigilante disappear into the complex's training center, he figured today was the time to play catch up. He did not follow immediately but had chosen instead to wait until Grayson fell into whatever routine he'd come to do and until he was sure the vicinity was empty.

Grayson's dog growled at him as the Joker approached, alerted by his forward presence and the long, wooden bow he held propped over his shoulder. This was a training center after all so it wasn't difficult to find something to use as a weapon upon entering the place. The dog had assumed a defensive stance with its hackles raised on end and teeth bared. There was good chance it would attack but the Joker was willing to risk it to say hello and spend some quality time with an old chum.

And what better way to say "Hello, good to see ya!" than to express it aggressively. Muffled footsteps hastened across the mat floor as Dick appeared to realize he wasn't

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Among the mechanical sounds of the dummies the vigilante's ears caught something entirely different, yet all too familiar. The whoosh of the Bo Slicing through the training room air was familiar yes, but it wasn't until he heard the laugh that he knew who it was. By the time that had happened his hand had caught the bow out of pure instinct. Ripping his blindfold off with his other hand Dick stared with a glare that dripped venom back at the souless black eyes of his attacker

[entro_pist]

The combined force of the dog throwing its weight into the attack and of Dick's fist connecting solidly with his jaw knocked the Joker to the floor. Though he was snagged above the knee with hot, crushing pressure by the dog's powerful jaws, he knew better than to struggle and tear his flesh more than necessary against its fangs.

"You know me, I like to keep things interesting," came his raggedly spoken reply delivered with a grin. One moment his fingers had slipped into his coat out of sight and almost within the same moment he was turning his face away as a jet of pepper spray bombarded the dog's senses. When the dog released its jaws with a pained squeal, the Joker forcefully shoved it off of him and rolled quickly away, expecting Dick to strike at him with the bo. And if Dick happened to get distracted by the dog for even a few seconds, he would be on his feet again in no time despite the wound.

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The yelp of the young dog called for Dick's attention but he didn't let it deter him from his fight, Bruce was ok..just in a bit of pain. Dick took advantage of the bo in his hand and his closeness to Joker to lunge onto the main shoving the long staff lengthwise against the greasepaint covered skin of the clown's neck. The pressure wasn't enough to kill the man but it was enough to keep him on the ground while the vigilante's fist connected with the man's head two times.

De j'vou was a funny thing, as Dick remembered the last time he'd put the clown in such a position. The memory of the glass slicing into his skin was still fresh in his mind, but this time they had no cuffs. This time he'd be able to take the man on rather than be caught off guard..