Richard Grayson
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Blüdhaven.
It was a dark and damp night, you finally got a big hit.
A politician in the town square. Perched on a roof you aim your sniper, you hear footsteps, you throw a knife that sticks itself in the wall next to a mans head.
“Woah, buy me a drink before throwing knives at me.” You recognize the voice. He runs his hands through his hair with a smile, “So you’re the merc thats rampaging my city.” Dick says rolling his shoulders.
The infamous Nightwing, former boy wonder.