10-14-2013, 01:41 PM
Grayson's eyes opened only to overwhelm his occipital lobe, forcing them to close once again. He could only peek with a wince as his pupils adjusted to the white canvass like scenery before him. One look to his hands --as they were moved reflexively to provide shade for him-- suggested his attire had been altered. What the hell?...
Another look down confirmed his wet towel had been replaced by the combat gear he donned during patrols. "At least they gave me a clean one." The raven haired vigilante only shook his head as he sat up, pushing off the ground with a hand for support to bring himself to a stand. "This never would've happened in the bat-bunker...I've got to talk to Wayne about this."
It was second nature now despite how Bruce was typically how he addressed him; the very vigilante who trained and inspired his heroics. Nightwing was always a good study, using what he'd learned over the years like an outline for direction in times like these. That and his innate ability to make combat decisions on a whim, the instinct naturally honed by years of experience.
Anyone could have been listening. Everyone was a potential threat. What he needed to do was assess the situation and find out where he was. Then escape.
A quick glance of his surroundings revealed a fountain resembling a gargoyle whose mouth and ears served as the spout for water. The figure itself looked distraught, almost as if it was drowning in the very fountain it perpetually filled. The concept was dark and unique for sure, but definitely gave off a feeling of home that resonated with the acrobat for some reason. Beside the gateways were figures posted comfortably, almost as if they had been waiting for him and in the distance there were gateways, varied in design. He made his way towards the fountain as it seemed to be the established center of all this confusion. It wasn't too crazy to deduce where these gates led to by appearance was it? Because if that was the case then Nightwing was losing it and fast.
For each he could see a foe previously encountered. Strangely enough their names began to fade but their images were etched deep within his memories. From a plant woman to an iceman, all the way to a beast of mud. No gate seemed safe. His only option was to interrogate the figures beside the fountain. After all, standing around in hesitation wasn't going to resolve anything.
Though confident in his ability to defend himself he approached the fountain casually. Muscles relaxed but at the ready to relay a signal to fast twitch receptors as usual.
"Who's in charge here? I've got questions and no time to waste. Don't bother lying either..." He tilted his head a bit to change the angle of his glance, a body language technique used to aid in intimidation as he held the stern look. "I'll know."
Another look down confirmed his wet towel had been replaced by the combat gear he donned during patrols. "At least they gave me a clean one." The raven haired vigilante only shook his head as he sat up, pushing off the ground with a hand for support to bring himself to a stand. "This never would've happened in the bat-bunker...I've got to talk to Wayne about this."
It was second nature now despite how Bruce was typically how he addressed him; the very vigilante who trained and inspired his heroics. Nightwing was always a good study, using what he'd learned over the years like an outline for direction in times like these. That and his innate ability to make combat decisions on a whim, the instinct naturally honed by years of experience.
Anyone could have been listening. Everyone was a potential threat. What he needed to do was assess the situation and find out where he was. Then escape.
A quick glance of his surroundings revealed a fountain resembling a gargoyle whose mouth and ears served as the spout for water. The figure itself looked distraught, almost as if it was drowning in the very fountain it perpetually filled. The concept was dark and unique for sure, but definitely gave off a feeling of home that resonated with the acrobat for some reason. Beside the gateways were figures posted comfortably, almost as if they had been waiting for him and in the distance there were gateways, varied in design. He made his way towards the fountain as it seemed to be the established center of all this confusion. It wasn't too crazy to deduce where these gates led to by appearance was it? Because if that was the case then Nightwing was losing it and fast.
For each he could see a foe previously encountered. Strangely enough their names began to fade but their images were etched deep within his memories. From a plant woman to an iceman, all the way to a beast of mud. No gate seemed safe. His only option was to interrogate the figures beside the fountain. After all, standing around in hesitation wasn't going to resolve anything.
Though confident in his ability to defend himself he approached the fountain casually. Muscles relaxed but at the ready to relay a signal to fast twitch receptors as usual.
"Who's in charge here? I've got questions and no time to waste. Don't bother lying either..." He tilted his head a bit to change the angle of his glance, a body language technique used to aid in intimidation as he held the stern look. "I'll know."