[ The last of his customers have finally rolled out for the night, leaving the gym well-used and silent as Dick heads upstairs to the studio loft above, limbs aching and head spinning. What he wants to do is soak in a bath for an hour and work out all the tension at his own pace but the sun has fallen behind most of the skyline and Bludhaven is a golden-red city, coveting its last hour of dusk before nightfall. Dick has work to do ... other than his daytime job, that is. No rest for the vigilante lifestyle.
He spends ten minutes rooting through his apartment for Nightwing's gear, thrown wherever he felt like it after patrol last night, and has his boots on with the suit hanging around his waist when he hears a noise coming from the roof. A clatter. Another. Deliberate, he quickly surmises, yanking on his suit and mask and picking up a stray escrima stick as he backs himself into the middle of the lounge; it's the widest open space in the whole loft, he can defend himself better away from walls, able to move.
More confidently than he feels, he calls, ] Who's there? Show yourself unless you like to eat polymer.
( for ak!jay )
He spends ten minutes rooting through his apartment for Nightwing's gear, thrown wherever he felt like it after patrol last night, and has his boots on with the suit hanging around his waist when he hears a noise coming from the roof. A clatter. Another. Deliberate, he quickly surmises, yanking on his suit and mask and picking up a stray escrima stick as he backs himself into the middle of the lounge; it's the widest open space in the whole loft, he can defend himself better away from walls, able to move.
More confidently than he feels, he calls, ] Who's there? Show yourself unless you like to eat polymer.