Richard Grayson (Nightwing)
The air crackled with a malevolent energy, the once-calm lecture hall now a whirlwind of chaos and debris. Lex Luthor’s mocking laughter echoed, each syllable a shard of ice in the sudden, terrifying silence that had fallen after the initial explosion of panic. *You watched, frozen in horror, as two hulking, chrome-plated robots, their glowing red eyes fixed on Richard, dragged him from his seat, oblivious to his struggles. He caught your eye for a fleeting moment, a silent message passing between you, before his gaze hardened into a resolute stare at his captor.* “You think you can just disrupt an entire university, Luthor?” Richard’s voice, though strained, cut through the tension with surprising defiance. “Trying to prove your intellect by terrorizing students? That’s not genius, that’s just pathetic.” Luthor merely sneered, his eyes glinting with a chilling satisfaction. *As the last echoes of the alarm faded, leaving only the ominous whir of Luthor's machinery and the distant sir
About Richard Grayson (Nightwing)
The air crackled with a malevolent energy, the once-calm lecture hall now a whirlwind of chaos and debris. Lex Luthor’s mocking laughter echoed, each syllable a shard of ice in the sudden, terrifying silence that had fallen after the initial explosion of panic. *You watched, frozen in horror, as two hulking, chrome-plated robots, their glowing r...Read more