SolidSnake_123
09-05-2009, 12:48 AM
Hey guys this is all about a new Batman, I'm working on with Kain998, but this story arc is about a new Night Wing, now guys, tell me what you think:
COVER:
Night Wing: Dark Times
The air was misty, and the streets of Gotham were gloomy, in the early morning. The sun was just peaking up above the clouds, and more and more people started their early festivities and jobs. Oswald Cobblepot’s Night club had just opened, and young couples, and friends gathered into the main entrance way, waiting as a bulking security guard read their names off the list.
At this time, Tim Wayne, the batman, was making his early rounds. He gazed over at the club, awaiting something out of the ordinary to happen. “Oracle pick up,” He said into his ear mic, “Looks like there’s nothing strange going on… we got a problem, a bird problem!” He said as he saw Night Wing walking into the entrance, ignoring the security guard
Night Wing walked in with a smirk on his face, as the party suddenly came to a halt, and the laughter and dancing stopped. Some security guards reached, and held their guns in their holsters.
Night Wing wore the original Night Wing Costume, but in red, with a huge blue bird on his chest. He wore a light blue mask that resembled the old Robin. He smelled tobacco, and wine in the air, as the club was just lighting up, and he gazed upon all the guards around the room.
Night Wing walked across the club, and settled down on a hazel wood chair, and asked for a beer. The Bartender looked at him cautiously, and it took a glare from Night Wing to make him fill a glass.
Penguin sat in a large red cozy chair, surrounded by armed men, and sleazy women. He quickly and subtly waved at his patrons, and they quietly went back to their festivities. He quickly shuffled out of his chair, and walked toward Night Wing; holding is blue umbrella over his shoulder, he skipped delightfully, and waved at all his guests, in which they had surprised looks on their faces.
“Oh well, look who got up?” Night Wing said, resting his arms upon the bar, “The fat psycho bird himself.” He let out a brief chuckle, and took a long swig from his glass.
“What beautiful remarks from a young Super hero lackey! Waugh! Waugh! Waugh!” He laughed, and motioned for his men to as well.
“Hey!” Night Wing said, ignoring his Joke, “I remember the news back when I was a young kid, ya know back in your hey day? When you used to get in fierce battles with other gotham crime-lords, and the big dumb bat.” He stood up slowly, and looked down at him, “But now you seem a little aged. Maybe you’re losing it? I mean with this piece of crap club, I don’t know how you get respect.” He then grabbed his glass off the bar.
“Wha- what makes you think I don’t get my boys to waste you. Right here. Right now?” He asked, and itched his chin, as if he were nervous
“Hm. Go ahead shoot me in here. But you won’t, wow you are losing it. But I know what you will do.” He looked up at the old, dirty ceiling as if he were thinking, “Your gonna have your boys throw me out of this filthy club, and then have me killed, 2 hours later. Am I right?” He now had a serious look on his face, and gripped his bottle tightly.
“That sounds like a marvelous idea! Boys!” Penguin yelled, and his men ran to Night Wing.
One grabbed his shoulder. Night Wing looked around and made a motion of a gun to Penguin, then crashed his bottle over the thug.
He shrugged and said, “Sorry man. Don’t touch me.” He then smirked, and signaled 2 other men to try and take him on.
They both tried to restrain Night Wing, but Night Wing slipped out of their grasps gracefully, and drove his palm right into the rib of one of them. The other, got a punch off right on the top of his head. Night Wing quickly recovered, and grabbed the man’s arm, his hand almost slipping, because of the sleek leather of the jacket. He then turned the man around, and drove his palm into his elbow, almost breaking it in half.
Night Wing wiped off his sleeve, and fixed his shaggy jet black hair. He then walked to Penguin, Penguin quickly pointed his umbrella at Night Wing, but Night Wing grabbed it away quickly, “I’ve seen that trick.” He said, and grabbed Penguin off the ground by his collar. “You really need to be taken care of, old man.”
“B-but the… Batman doesn’t act this… way!” Penguin shouted, shaking, and coughing violently.
Night Wing struggled keeping Penguin in his grasp, but finally got control. “I’m not the Bat. But you shouldn’t worry about that phony; you should worry about the new Night Wing in town. Now… I’m gonna keep you alive just to tell you, that this whole operation will be gone and over in 2 weeks. Now I’d appreciate it if you would tell your friend…” He then threw Penguin over the bar, crashing him into a case of wine, and cut up his purple suit.
Right when security arrived, Night Wing was already gone, leaving them to wonder what just happened.
4 hours later…
Night Wing sat upon a building. Gazing over into the crowded streets, where these people called home. He felt pain in his head, but he didn’t let it get into his mind, pain was just a emotion to him now, there was no room for pain, but business. As he looked down at the streets, he breathed in to the polluted air that these nice people lived in for the past 150 years. All he could do was imagine a better gotham. He looked at the stores and people and saw them smiling and waving to each other, as they piled into bright yellow taxis and fancy old cars. He couldn’t wrap his mind around, how these people could be so cheerful and utterly happy, after gazing upon the polluted, ugly streets. He thought of how these people could feel like this place means so much to them, and why they stayed.
As he continued to think, a strong bellowing voice yelled, “Night Wing!” Night Wing swung himself around, and knelt on the hard ground. He noticed the figure and cowl of Gotham’s oldest hero, in a new edition. The Batman. Night Wing stared into Batman’s hardened eyes, as if he was the root of all evil himself. Batman took a slow step forward and said: “We need to talk.”
COVER:
Night Wing: Dark Times
The air was misty, and the streets of Gotham were gloomy, in the early morning. The sun was just peaking up above the clouds, and more and more people started their early festivities and jobs. Oswald Cobblepot’s Night club had just opened, and young couples, and friends gathered into the main entrance way, waiting as a bulking security guard read their names off the list.
At this time, Tim Wayne, the batman, was making his early rounds. He gazed over at the club, awaiting something out of the ordinary to happen. “Oracle pick up,” He said into his ear mic, “Looks like there’s nothing strange going on… we got a problem, a bird problem!” He said as he saw Night Wing walking into the entrance, ignoring the security guard
Night Wing walked in with a smirk on his face, as the party suddenly came to a halt, and the laughter and dancing stopped. Some security guards reached, and held their guns in their holsters.
Night Wing wore the original Night Wing Costume, but in red, with a huge blue bird on his chest. He wore a light blue mask that resembled the old Robin. He smelled tobacco, and wine in the air, as the club was just lighting up, and he gazed upon all the guards around the room.
Night Wing walked across the club, and settled down on a hazel wood chair, and asked for a beer. The Bartender looked at him cautiously, and it took a glare from Night Wing to make him fill a glass.
Penguin sat in a large red cozy chair, surrounded by armed men, and sleazy women. He quickly and subtly waved at his patrons, and they quietly went back to their festivities. He quickly shuffled out of his chair, and walked toward Night Wing; holding is blue umbrella over his shoulder, he skipped delightfully, and waved at all his guests, in which they had surprised looks on their faces.
“Oh well, look who got up?” Night Wing said, resting his arms upon the bar, “The fat psycho bird himself.” He let out a brief chuckle, and took a long swig from his glass.
“What beautiful remarks from a young Super hero lackey! Waugh! Waugh! Waugh!” He laughed, and motioned for his men to as well.
“Hey!” Night Wing said, ignoring his Joke, “I remember the news back when I was a young kid, ya know back in your hey day? When you used to get in fierce battles with other gotham crime-lords, and the big dumb bat.” He stood up slowly, and looked down at him, “But now you seem a little aged. Maybe you’re losing it? I mean with this piece of crap club, I don’t know how you get respect.” He then grabbed his glass off the bar.
“Wha- what makes you think I don’t get my boys to waste you. Right here. Right now?” He asked, and itched his chin, as if he were nervous
“Hm. Go ahead shoot me in here. But you won’t, wow you are losing it. But I know what you will do.” He looked up at the old, dirty ceiling as if he were thinking, “Your gonna have your boys throw me out of this filthy club, and then have me killed, 2 hours later. Am I right?” He now had a serious look on his face, and gripped his bottle tightly.
“That sounds like a marvelous idea! Boys!” Penguin yelled, and his men ran to Night Wing.
One grabbed his shoulder. Night Wing looked around and made a motion of a gun to Penguin, then crashed his bottle over the thug.
He shrugged and said, “Sorry man. Don’t touch me.” He then smirked, and signaled 2 other men to try and take him on.
They both tried to restrain Night Wing, but Night Wing slipped out of their grasps gracefully, and drove his palm right into the rib of one of them. The other, got a punch off right on the top of his head. Night Wing quickly recovered, and grabbed the man’s arm, his hand almost slipping, because of the sleek leather of the jacket. He then turned the man around, and drove his palm into his elbow, almost breaking it in half.
Night Wing wiped off his sleeve, and fixed his shaggy jet black hair. He then walked to Penguin, Penguin quickly pointed his umbrella at Night Wing, but Night Wing grabbed it away quickly, “I’ve seen that trick.” He said, and grabbed Penguin off the ground by his collar. “You really need to be taken care of, old man.”
“B-but the… Batman doesn’t act this… way!” Penguin shouted, shaking, and coughing violently.
Night Wing struggled keeping Penguin in his grasp, but finally got control. “I’m not the Bat. But you shouldn’t worry about that phony; you should worry about the new Night Wing in town. Now… I’m gonna keep you alive just to tell you, that this whole operation will be gone and over in 2 weeks. Now I’d appreciate it if you would tell your friend…” He then threw Penguin over the bar, crashing him into a case of wine, and cut up his purple suit.
Right when security arrived, Night Wing was already gone, leaving them to wonder what just happened.
4 hours later…
Night Wing sat upon a building. Gazing over into the crowded streets, where these people called home. He felt pain in his head, but he didn’t let it get into his mind, pain was just a emotion to him now, there was no room for pain, but business. As he looked down at the streets, he breathed in to the polluted air that these nice people lived in for the past 150 years. All he could do was imagine a better gotham. He looked at the stores and people and saw them smiling and waving to each other, as they piled into bright yellow taxis and fancy old cars. He couldn’t wrap his mind around, how these people could be so cheerful and utterly happy, after gazing upon the polluted, ugly streets. He thought of how these people could feel like this place means so much to them, and why they stayed.
As he continued to think, a strong bellowing voice yelled, “Night Wing!” Night Wing swung himself around, and knelt on the hard ground. He noticed the figure and cowl of Gotham’s oldest hero, in a new edition. The Batman. Night Wing stared into Batman’s hardened eyes, as if he was the root of all evil himself. Batman took a slow step forward and said: “We need to talk.”