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**Nightwing's pov**

The cold wind ripped thought my suet as I stood on one of many rooftops in he city. looking out at the city I called mine. Today was the day, the anniversary of when I had my last fight with Bruce "aka batman" I sighed running my hands through my raven black hair. I knew that I should work things out with Bruce, but I didn't know how. what would happen if he went back to Gotham and popped by the manor? I don't even know if I could hold myself back from punching the guy.

I closed my eyes letting the wind hit my face, listing to the cities noise. I almost smiled when I hear my police communicator. I rigged it so I could hear all the major break-ins before hand. A alarm went off in a large company warehouse. I leapt off the building and headed for the break-in. ONLY IF HE KNEW WHAT WAS COMING..............

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