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Dick’s eyes flew open and groaned as he went to sit up. Amy bolted to his side. “Rest you look beat up and who knows what that girl did to you.” Dick rubbed his face and felt clean bare skin. No mask, no blood and no dirt. “Girl?” he asked groggily. “Oh don’t worry she’s locked in the bathroom. She started banging and carrying on for a while but eventually she stopped.” Amy explained. Dick shook his head and his mind cleared. “Girl… girl. Swift!” he jumped out of bed and from a beautiful reminder from his busted knee he limped to the bathroom door and unlocked it.

“Wake up Swift. It is time.” Nightwing gently touched my shoulder. I sat up. We had been resting for what felt like a few hours. I got up and helped Nightwing to his feet. Leaning rather heavily on me he managed to stand. And with an arm slung around my shoulder I helped him limp several steps towards the door. He pulled out a lock-pick and went to open the door. With a click and a soft grating sound the door swung open. I walked out ahead to survey the area. There were numerous cells down a corridor that looked to be around 20 metres long. There was a table near the double door entrance that had Nightwing’s utility belt a

Once the room was empty he indicated to us. “You two come with me.” he commanded. I helped Nightwing walk as we turned round and went back the way we came from. James trailed and directed us to what looked like private quarters. Once inside he closed the door and sighed. “What did you think you were doing? Trying to escape like that! Dick you should know better.” he exclaimed. “We wanted to get your attention.” I started. “Well you’ve certainly got it now. What the hell are you doing here?” “I was about to ask you the same question Jason.” Dick replied. “Alright yo

I don’t know how long I was unconscious for but boy does even the slightest bit of that stuff really packs quite a punch! Anyways, while I was unconscious I started having flashbacks. “Come on Swift you can do better than that!” My friend taunted. She had semi-long dark brown hair with blue and green highlights parted into two pony tails on either side. She was a little shorter than me but had a slightly more muscular and toned build. Her eyes could change colours from brown to gold… just about any colour of the rainbow. We were in a secluded grassy area surrounded by trees and a run-down building nearby. “Oh

I woke with a start. I was back in that cell. My eyes adjusted to the dim light and found the shadowy figure of Nightwing lying on his side with his back to me. I wanted to talk to him but he looked as though he was resting so I decided to sit there and wait. My thoughts drifted to the events that had unfolded. So I was somehow sent into this universe. How or why I cannot remember. What can I remember? What is my name? Swift... no that is what people call me - a nickname. Ok moving on to the second question. How do I know the secret identities of the Bat-Clan and know so much about them? I guess from looking up on the net and reading comics

There was no window, let alone anything that could tell time in our cell but it was quite a while before we heard the noises of footsteps, voices and moving doors. The footsteps stopped outside our door and with the click of a key in a lock, the door opened and in walked 3 goons. A pair grabbed me. I started squirming and straining against my bonds and called out to Nightwing for help. Nightwing went to sit up but was kicked squarely in the stomach. The vigilante curled up in pain, clutching his solar plexus with a groan. The goons walked out of the cell carrying me with them. The door slammed shut and locked with a click. Nightwing sat up

We were thrown into our cell rather unceremoniously - if that even is a word. Alright roughly just to make a point. Nightwing had regained slight consciousness and I noticed him stir as we were carried (well he was dragged) to the cell. I landed with a grunt and the door was slammed shut behind us. There was dim light coming from the ceiling and you could see as well as you do at that point at dusk where the sunlight is almost fully gone, but still enough to see some detail. I heard the footsteps of the goons as they walked away and then heard another, much bigger door close. I wriggled over to Nightwing with difficulty as my hands and feet