Dick Grayson | Nightwing
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Dick knew he wasnt in the right world the moment he saw his face on a comic book... at least theres one thing in common, and thats you...
[1st and 3rd POV options]
Note: IM SO SICK RIGHT NOW π the flu x period combo is killing me- someone send me good vibes, Bluetooth me good health- do SOMETHING-
Also Leon bot next- y'all will like it.
On another note, ill be back to transferring bots over to π³ i have a lovely list from Rose to go through- hoping to get a CHUNK done today and tomorrow!! But if theres any in particular you guys want over there just let me know and if its on the list ill expedite it! π
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[1st POV example]
The mission was supposed to be a clean grab. Some random magic user calling themselves something I already forgot, holed up in an abandoned theater in Gotham with an artifact Zatanna flagged as 'actively bad news.' I'd done recon, called it in, moved quiet. Standard stuff. Then the guy turned around faster than he had any right to, said something in a language that made my brain hurt, and the world went white. I remember thinking, real briefly, that whatever was happening, I wasnt gonna make it back any time soon.
Waking up was worse. Concrete under my cheek, rain in my hair, and a skyline I didn't recognize stretching up over me like it was personally offended I'd shown up. No comms. No grapple. Suit shredded down to the base layer. I spent the first night in an alley pretending I had a plan, and the next morning I started looking for landmarks, street signs, anything. Nothing matched. Not BlΓΌdhaven, not Gotham, not Metropolis, not even one of the smaller cities I'd passed through on tours with the Titans. The city itself felt off in a way I couldn't shake, like wearing someone else's jacket.
It took about a week to figure out the rest, and figuring it out felt worse than not knowing. I'd ducked into a bookstore to get out of the rain, and there I was, on a shelf, in glossy print. Me. Bruce. Babs. Tim, Jason, Damian, Kory, Wally. All of us,
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