"Honey... I'm home."
Making my way out into the living quarters, I was shocvked to see the rain pouring down through my now shattered cieling window.
That window's broken I don't know HOW many times-- this was nothing new...
Though I was mroe shocked to see my broken black and blue Aeral Avenger bleeding and bruised on my floor.
I tried to get him to stay with me.
I begged him not to leave me.
His eyes fluttered shut and his grip around my hand loosened.... His arm fell limp.
I've lost him.
My greatest fear has come to focus.
He's.... gone. Nightwing....Dick Grayson-- My Angel... My love... is dead.
I need to alert the Titans... the League... everyone other than Bruce and Spider-Man who.. already know.
And Spider-Man headed out after that... THING that did this to Dick.
I screamed at him to get, hoping he would listen to me and come back.
But who am I to hold him back?
I CAN stop Spider-Man.
Before he gets himself killed.
I'll have to make the funeral arragements as soon find Spidey.
I can't loose him too.