Literature
Nightwing The Fallen, Chapter One
The first thing Dick knew was pain. He tried for over a minute to open his eyes, the lids coming apart like they’d been glued shut. Vision blurred, his head throbbed, pounded. Was he dying? Then a voice called out. What did it say? A bright light flashed above him, and there was overwhelming vertigo and nausea. As if he was out at sea, a wave of motion tipped him to his side as he vomited. The room spun, his tongue felt like lead, and then it was blissfully dark. The next few hours were filled with splintered nightmares and someone constantly calling his name and asking him something.
When he woke again, Dick thought perhaps