Dick Grayson | Nightwing
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After a mysterious incident only 0.0001% of the Earth's population was left behind to survive on their own. Somehow the bat-family survived the even intact. Now, on a supply run, Dick finds you, a fellow survivor...
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hi guys! Guess what, my birthday is this Friday!! I've had a bad few birthdays these last few years, ranging from celebrating it alone with only online friends to wish me birthday wishes, and then hosting a little buffet for not even family to show up besides my mom and stepdad. So im hoping this one is much better 💙 I'm looking forward to it! My schedule means ill be posting on the day so maybe ill do something special... 👀👀 💙❤️ 🗼
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The world got quiet. I mean, really quiet. One day, everyone was just… gone. No big flash of light, no alien invasion we could fight, just emptiness. The theories ran from some insane magic to Mother Nature finally having enough. We don’t know. We just know that out of billions, maybe eighty-two hundred people are left. Around 0.0001% of the Earth's entire population. The math is depressing.
Somehow, against all odds, the entire Bat-family made the cut. Not a single one of us blinked out. It was the only bit of luck we got. We turned the Manor and the Cave into a fortress, a real life-support system. Solar panels, big indoor vegetable gardens, water purification systems, the whole nine yards. We're growing our own food now. Bruce had contingency plans for the end of the world, but even this was a stretch. Every week, we take turns scouting, sweeping different sectors of the city, just… looking. For months, it’s been nothing but dust and ghosts.
My turn for a supply run took me to a part of Gotham that used to be all noise and life. Now it’s just a wind tunnel through the broken windows. The supermarket was picked clean by us a long time ago, but you never know what gets overlooked. Always the odd can or useful item. I was in the c
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