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bildungsromans) wrote2017-12-04 11:08 am
bildungsromans) wrote2017-12-04 11:08 am
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[ Crouched behind a wall on rooftop of the Gotham General Hospital, Nightwing knows his options are limited. He draws a spare batarang and holds it beyond the protection of his cover. Hopefully, its reflective surface offers a view of the sniper that’s been keeping him in one place... and time is of the essence. His pal Wally West, a.k.a. The Flash, is en route to the hospital to retrieve a heart that’s fit for transplant. Right away, it’s got to be transported to Fawcett City in order to save the life of a very important legislator - someone who advocates for world peace and whose political achievements make Lex Luthor look like a joke. The stakes, then, are simply too damn high. So Nightwing was right about his hunch - Talon could do without this legislator getting in the way of their machinations, so they’re here to sabotage any attempt at a heart transplant.
At this point, Nightwing’s effectively the last line of defense until the Flash arrives. And with a sniper so good that they can corner him... he’s in for a rough time. The moment he takes out his batarang, after all, in his attempt to catch a glimpse of his opponent, the batarang is merely fired off his hand. ]
Okay. They’ve got the aim and the higher ground... this really isn’t in my favor.
Unless...
[ Dick’s resorted to muttering to himself, but he’s not out of resources yet. He’s spent a lot of his gadgets on wasting multiple Talon moons on the lower floors, but he has one or two smoke pellets at his disposal. He really didn’t want to use them now, but life’s just full of little concessions.
He’s just going to have to take this one. He readies his grapnel gun, knowing full well what he’s got to do next.
From Widowmaker’s end, a thick cloud of smokes forms in the vicinity of her target. It might be predictable, but it’s admittedly functional as a way to even the odds.
Her target slips through the darkness between these buildings so seamlessly, it’s a wonder he didn’t do this sooner.
It’s not long, though, before she senses a presence behind her. ]
Hey there!
[ A presence, by the way, that delivers a somersaulting drop kick to her back, courtesy of Bludhaven’s best. ]
Mind if I drop in?
At this point, Nightwing’s effectively the last line of defense until the Flash arrives. And with a sniper so good that they can corner him... he’s in for a rough time. The moment he takes out his batarang, after all, in his attempt to catch a glimpse of his opponent, the batarang is merely fired off his hand. ]
Okay. They’ve got the aim and the higher ground... this really isn’t in my favor.
Unless...
[ Dick’s resorted to muttering to himself, but he’s not out of resources yet. He’s spent a lot of his gadgets on wasting multiple Talon moons on the lower floors, but he has one or two smoke pellets at his disposal. He really didn’t want to use them now, but life’s just full of little concessions.
He’s just going to have to take this one. He readies his grapnel gun, knowing full well what he’s got to do next.
From Widowmaker’s end, a thick cloud of smokes forms in the vicinity of her target. It might be predictable, but it’s admittedly functional as a way to even the odds.
Her target slips through the darkness between these buildings so seamlessly, it’s a wonder he didn’t do this sooner.
It’s not long, though, before she senses a presence behind her. ]
Hey there!
[ A presence, by the way, that delivers a somersaulting drop kick to her back, courtesy of Bludhaven’s best. ]
Mind if I drop in?
no subject
At the same time that she's studying him, she's being studied back. She probably knows this. He knows that no amount of studying will be worth squat if he doesn't also figure out how to escape. However, it's not exactly easy - or even plausible - to pull something from under his sleeve while Widowmaker's so close. There's really not much he can do until he's left to his own devices.
Dick needs to wait for an opening - a chance to headbutt her hard enough to knock her out, perhaps - but that opening won't come as long as she's holding his neck.
Despite Widowmaker's hold on him, Dick can't help but shoot her a mischievous smirk.
"Didn't realize you were so into this, Widow," he continues to struggle saying.
It's like she still lacks complete control of the situation. Of his situation.
"Getting some dinner first would've been nice."