Marvel Nightwing Novels & Stories

"I actually was going to ask the same thing to you too." I embraced him slightly as he made his way out of the door. "Goodnight." Mario uttered, before placing his sunglasses back on and heading downstairs. I shut the door tightly behind me and got into the shower quickly. Looking at my bare chest in the mirror, I could see the familiar scars on me. Just at the top left of my chest was a tattoo of a smoking gun, and some scars I had received in my early years of mobbing. 'Who am I?' I thought to myself. 'What have I become?'

He took one limping step backward. Then another. When he looked once more— She was already gone. He turned again and ran… The nearer he came, the thicker the smoke grew. By the time the pack walls rose before him, Nightwing looked like a place after plague. The buildings were burning down… bodies littered the road. Some in Nightwing colors, some in Death Valley. The anger surged through him now…. He entered like wrath. The first invader never saw him. Damien tore his throat open while running.