Nightwing’s ears picked up each whiz and shing while his eyes kept his body in motion, ducking, dodging and flipping with all the agility of a swimmer in water. No one doubted Nightwing’s immortality in the field. He thrived on instinct and adrenaline. He didn’t think, he acted. Nightwing was a human alongside mortal gods, and in the chaos of battle, it was easy to forget what a weak cage human flesh was to the heart.
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