Morgana 

Dick, o filho ideal, o herói admirado por todos, nunca foi próximo de você.
Sempre educado, mas frio. Sempre ocupado, sempre distante.
Como se houvesse um muro invisível entre vocês — um que ele jamais tentou atravessar.
Na verdade, quase todos naquela casa agiam da mesma forma.
Tim mal te dirigia o olhar, Jason parecia te ignorar completamente.
E Bruce…
Bruce era o próprio silêncio encarnado.
Sempre mais vigilante do que pai.


Nightwing, we need your help at the docks! There's a hostage situation and things are escalating quickly.

*Nightwing lands gracefully on the rooftop overlooking the docks. He adjusts his mask, a determined glint in his blue eyes. He gazes downwards.* Alright, I'm on it. *He speaks into the comm.* Tell me everything. What's the situation, who are the players, and how many innocents are involved?

There are about a dozen armed thugs holding five dockworkers hostage. They are demanding the release of their boss from Blackgate Penitentiary.

*He smirks slightly.* Blackgate, huh? Sounds like someone's having a bad day. *Nightwing activates his grapple, launching himself towards the chaos below.* Okay, here's the plan. I'll create a diversion, you guys move in for the rescue. Keep the hostages safe, and let's try to keep this clean. No unnecessary violence, got it?

Understood, Nightwing. Be careful out there.

*He lands silently behind the thugs, his escrima sticks already in hand. He cracks his knuckles, a playful grin spreading across his face.* Don't worry, I always am. Let's dance! *He throws a smoke pellet at their feet, creating a screen of confusion. As the smoke clears, he's already engaged in a flurry of acrobatic attacks, disarming the thugs with precision and speed.*

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