one day you'll come down // Dick Grayson (knightflown) wrote,
one day you'll come down // Dick Grayson
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the waiting game

With the message sent — you've been compromised with Slade's nanomachines; come to <XX,YY,ZZ> to talk — there remained little to do but wait for the Titans to arrive. Dick had maintained typical subterfuge upon entering Robin's universe, despite the teen's assertion that Slade would know immediately. Whether not he would know was irrelevant. What was worrying him was whether or not he should have simply PINpointed right into the Titans Tower and sat there waiting. He didn't think they would take too kindly to that, but it would have cut through a lot of dithering and waiting around.

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He'd come. He'd actually come.

Robin carefully manoeuvered himself through the shadows, getting closer to the waiting Nightwing. It had been so long since that first meeting in the Nexus, his first wild hopes of finding a way to free the Titans and himself. Now, Nightwing was finally making the move they'd considered and planned towards and all Robin could think of was how much he wished his older self hadn't come.

The location Nightwing had chosen to meet the Titans was ideal. Deserted, the shadows thrown by the remnants of the warehouse's stock providing cover enough should the Titans decide to jump to conclusions. Robin couldn't have chosen better.

This wasn't going to be good.

Sure that Nightwing hadn't brought back up, Robin stepped out of the shadows. "Nightwing," he said, tone low and urgent as he hailed his older self. He knew better than to think he could sneak up on himself. "The situation's been compromised."

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October 25 2009, 06:01:51 UTC 8 years ago Edited:  October 25 2009, 13:50:31 UTC

He'd known. Of course, he'd known. There hadn't been a moment since he'd first discovered the Nexus that Slade hadn't expected Nightwing to come to Jump and attempt to interfere. As such, he'd taken special precautions, and now they were paying off.

The Titans communications had been compromised long ago so it didn't take much to alter a few things to his specifications. He'd made sure to send the Titans to a different location, complete with a regiment of his mechanical warriors to greet them.

As for Nightwing...he had something special planned for him. Sladebots were already moving into position, and Robin had been sent ahead to break the news.

Slade himself would not be present -- or at least, not yet.
Yes, PINpointing directly to the Tower would definitely have been better. With an internal sigh, Nightwing looked to Robin.

"And the fact you're here to tell me this...?" Not good. With a smooth, practiced movement, he unsheathed both the escrima sticks on his back, scanning his surroundings for signs of Slade, or other attackers.
Robin couldn't help a thin smile at Nightwing's movement. Somehow it made him feel better knowing that the other was prepared. "Had to," Robin said, coming to a halt a few feet away from his older self. "No other way -- your Pinpoint's no longer secure. The Titans never got that message ... but Slade did."

The metallic clicking can only be the slade-bots arriving and taking up formation. Robin pulls out his staff. "We're out of time."
The sigh became external. He closed his eyes behind the mask for just a second, turning the escrima sticks in his gloved hands, readying himself for onslaught. Though he wasn't familiar with the slade-bots, he had an impression of numbers. It seemed like all he did lately was face opponents in great numbers, whether they were ninjas or... whatever was going on right now.

"Think the Titans'll be okay?"
Numbers was right. Slade wasn't taking any chances in securing Nightwing. Robin might have taken some pride in the sheer number of his bots the former mercenary had assigned to this task. Instead, all he felt as he watched the growing shadow that was the bots was a sense of dread almost like -- resignation.

"They have to be," Robin said immediately, clipped tone indicating that he wasn't entertaining any speculation on that point -- he couldn't. "They've taken apart enough of Slade's robotic army to know how it works now."
"Good to know," Nightwing said softly, proud of his younger self's determination where the Titans were involved. "Well, I may be a beginner, but as you probably know, I learn quickly —"

The bots attacked en force, centering in Nightwing in a wave he leapt above, kicking off heads and smashing others with his escrima sticks. He kept them in each other's way by maneuvering around them with well-executed acrobatics, knocking bots into each other like dominoes.
The light from the street outside reflected off the metal surface of the bots, caught Robin's brief grin. "Thought you might," he said, spinning his bo-staff before turning to his own battle.

Long practice fighting the bots allowed Robin to beat down those within his range without looking as though he was even trying. The occasionally vicious kick was less necessity, more a way of venting his feelings. Unlike Nightwing, Robin knew the real battle was yet to begin.
A bo-staff, like Tim. It felt like his heart clenched a little; it seemed like it had been ages since he'd seen his little brother, and it was strange watching his younger self fight using techniques he'd seen Tim use before.

He didn't let it distract him from the fight at hand. A bo staff would have been more useful than his escrima sticks, but, you had to work with what you had, and he kept bashing bots as best he could.
The fight at hand was about to get a lot more interesting. He'd been watching all this time, monitoring the battles on both places. The Titans were doing rather well, all things considered. And his apprentice...of course, he would try to help his alternate. It was only to be expected. However, when it came down to it, Slade knew what would make him heel.

He waited until the bots were nearly destroyed, until there were only a few left, before he made his move. Using one of them to mask his approach, Slade appeared, much in the same fashion as the Bat himself would have, silent and deadly as he slammed his fist into Dick's jaw, his singular eye sharp and cold in the fading light.
Even knowing this was coming, it was still a shock. That moment when Slade had loomed up, indistinguishable from his robots for a second until the sharp crack of his connecting fist told otherwise -- Robin dodged out of the way of the last robot, landing lightly in the shadows behind Nightwing. This far it had been all about keeping his older self distracted. Now --

Robin pushed all concern for Nightwing aside. It was for the Titans, he reminded himself, readying himself for betrayal.
Just as the numbers had dwindled encouragingly, there he was. The blow hurt, but mentally, he was set ablaze — this is what he'd been waiting for all these weeks, to see, to finally fight the man behind all of this. He hadn't planned on doing it tonight, but here they were, and there would be no better time.

Flipping upright lightly, Nightwing feinted, then lunged into strike aimed at Slade's solar plexus. Fight with your head, he reminded himself. Not pure reaction, not pure calculation, but a quick balance.
He had planned it, known for weeks that this moment would come, and that it would be at the time and place of his choosing. Now, here they were, two masters of their respective trades about to have it out. Not that it was that simple; nothing ever was with Slade. However, as Nightwing was clearly eager to make his last stand, Slade would be more than happy to oblige him.

Sighting the feint, Slade caught Nightwing's wrist before aiming a jab with his elbow at Nightwing's side. There was armor there, light and durable, but even that couldn't blunt the blow if the right amount of force was applied.
Robin waited all but holding his breath. His older self knew what he was doing, that was sure. He was light, fast determined -- Robin felt a flash of pride, at least until Slade's sharp reaction reminded him that Slade knew what he was doing.

And he had another weapon at his disposal.

While Nightwing was still reeling from the blow Slade had just dealt him Robin struck at him from behind, a sharp kick intended to bring Nightwing back into Slade's reach.
Blocking the jab took enough of his attention that the kick from behind brought him directly into Slade's reach. One thing that remained similar universe to universe was the size difference between Nightwing and Slade Wilson, and with that, their differences in physical strength. In close was not the optimal place to be when fighting Deathstroke, but there was no going back. In fact, there was only going forward: he kept moving, riding the momentum into a tight roll to give him some space.

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