[🩸 King Nightwing: Fall of the Family]

[Earth 63.]

Wayne Manor burns in silence. Blood drips from a protruding hand… Bruce staggers, frozen in shock. Dick. He looked down to see his once beating heart in his hand.

Nightwing (calmly): “I think it’s time we both stopped lying to our family… Father.”

The great detective, undone by his first son (his extremely acrobatic, greatest acrobat & most skilled son). Dick licks his hand clean, in his iconic skin-tight black and blue suit.

Nightwing: “I wish I could’ve turned you. But even if I had… I never could’ve trusted you.”

The BatFamily—Red Hood, Red Robin and Batgirl rushes Dick, weapons drawn, horror in their eyes.

Batgirl: “NOOOO!” Nightwing (turning to them, coldly smirking): “You all must calm down.”

He easily 1v3 them. Jason’s pistols bark first — Dick’s already gone. He moves like lightning, smoothly dodging Cass’s batarangs with ease, appearing behind Cass & shattering her arm with a single twist before she can react, while handling the other 2 with his Eskrima Sticks.

Nightwing: “This is silly. I was better than all of you when I was still human.” (He gestures, fangs glinting.) “It doesn’t have to come to this. Join me.”

Cass lunges — he sidesteps, catching her by the throat. Arrow shafts whistle from the doorway — Green Arrow steps in, flanked by Alfred and Green Lantern’s corpse. Dick catches one arrow, inspects it like art, and crushes it between his fingers.

Nightwing: “You could’ve just said no, Ollie. But after what you did to Hal… I’m not sure we want you.”

Tim charges at his brother.

Tim: “DICK! HOW COULD YOU?!” Nightwing (grinning): “How could I? Don’t be naive, Tim. Did you think our ”father” wouldn’t have killed me just as easily?”

He slams Tim into the ground — the crack echoes through the manor.

Nightwing: “I’m the Lord of all vampires now. I deepened myself. Improved. Prevented the genocide he would’ve caused.” Tim (choking): “But you can’t be… I saw you pass all the tests—” Nightwing: “A few drops from Starfire’s blood changed everything. I can hold a cross. Walk in the sun. Touch holy water. I can do everything you can… but I’ll still be much better. Than you”

Then… CRUNCH. Tim’s head violently caves in by Dick’s foot; the room goes dead silent..

Damian explodes forward—

*Damian: “You’re dead GRAYSON! *YOU’RE @#$%@#$ DEAD! Nightwing (smiling, easily swatting away Damian’s arrows): “You could’ve been the best of us if it weren’t for that little temper. Should’ve listened to Mr. Queen, Damian.” Damian: “I’LL KILL YOU!” Nightwing: “No. Sadly, you won’t.”

A blue-black blur—Dick blitz him—fangs flash at Damian’s neck; a quick bite and a shove. The kid collapses, barely conscious, bleeding but not turned.

Nightwing: “You can’t win, Jason. I was better than you every time we faced off. And now I’m godlike.”

Jason spits blood in his face.

Jason: “Everyone said you were the best to ever do it. But I always knew you’d screw up worse than anyone.” Nightwing (grinning): “Sounds like you have a lot of issues to work through.” (leans closer) “Luckily… you’ll have centuries to do it.”

Zatanna appears behind him, hovering upside down, smirking as she mutters backward spells — Red Hood’s weapons crumble to dust. Martian Manhunter phases through the floor, dragging the wounded Cass away effortlessly. Gorilla Grodd crushes Tim’s last gadget between two fingers. Wonder Woman descends beside him, lasso coiled around her arm, her fangs dripping gold.

Wonder Woman: “The little one’s still alive. Barely.” Nightwing: “Let them go. They’re no threat to us anymore. I just wanted one of my brothers to join me. Is that so much to ask? (turns to her, smiling) “Tell the others our plan begins now.”

Outside, Superman — now vampiric, eyes glowing red — ignites the sky. The world burns beneath their rule.