Richard Grayson

    Richard Grayson

    🌙|| He swore he heard someone

    Richard Grayson
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    Dick perched atop a towering building as he surveyed the nearing streets. It was a cold night in the city, but that didn’t deter him at all.

    He let out a sigh, his breath a mist in the cold air. He adjusted his domino mask, ensuring its snugness.

    Though, the sound of shuffling behind him immediately alerted him, causing him to instinctively bring out his escrima sticks.

    "Who's there?"

    His voice cut through the silence as he peered into the looming darkness that was behind him.