"I once played a game with my adoptive father. Whether he realized it or not, perhaps it was only my own idea, but I believed the goal was to sneak up on him."
The rooftop of the Gotham Police Department was packed with heroes. Countless superheroes had arrived from all over, preparing for the great battle that would decide the fate of the universe.
Nightwing had arrived with the Titans as well. He was leaning against the edge of the roof, chatting with Tempest Garth. Since both injured men had missed much of what happened earlier, they had plenty to talk about.
Batman had not come. Wonder Woman was discussing matters with J'onn and Cyborg, while everyone else present was speaking with people they knew. No one knew how many of them would survive the battle.
This might be their last chance to talk.
So Dick began talking about the Batman he remembered. His parents had died when he was eight, and Batman had taken him in and trained him. Every memory he had was tied to this city and that Dark Knight.
Garth, however, was a little distracted. He was sharing a bag of dried fish with Beast Boy, who had turned into a cat to mooch food and drink more legitimately.
Nightwing did not mind. He only wanted to ease the pressure, so he continued without receiving any response.
"But sneaking up on Batman was impossible. After failing countless times, I learned to observe and wait, to study how he used the shadows of darkness."
"Why do I feel like I've heard someone say that before?"
Donna had Bobo perched on her shoulder nearby, and she spoke softly. After handing over the army at the Rock of Eternity, the three of them had had no idea where to