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Another Day's Knight Ch.10Ch.10: The Classic Whodunit As the mystery man in the Batsuit lifted his helmet, Nightwing felt his jaw drop "N-No way" he stuttered "Y-you've got to be kidding, this is all a practical joke" Alfred shook his head, holding his helmet at this side and solemnly says "No joke, Master Grayson." "B-but you? Alfred? Your Batman?!?" "I believe I've made that clear, Richard." Grayson takes a deep breath and is able to shake off his shock. He composes himself and begins talking "So your Batman?" Alfred Nods "Why?" Alfred sighs "Master Grayson, had Bruce ever told you about his 'Final Contingency'?" "No, what is it?"Another Day's Knight Ch.10
Another Day's Knight Ch.9Ch.9: ConfrontationAnother Day's Knight Ch.9
Dick Grayson had had a long day. Since first thing in the morning he had been chasing false leads on the Mystery Bat's identity. Not to mention his fruitless attempts at figuring out why in the world Killer Croc would rob a gun store. In general it was just a bad day, and Grayson was looking forward to getting back to the Bat Cave and going to sleep. Fate had other plans for him.
Upon returning, Nightwing was met with an unpleasant sight. The impostor Batman was standing at the entrance, holding Damian's unconscious form."What have you done?" Nightwing shouted.
The man let
Another Day's Knight Ch.8Ch. 8: Will the real Batman please stand up? Damian squeezes off the first shot as the mystery man dives for the floor. The guns report echoes in the warehouse's vast emptiness and a box shatters from the wayward shot's impact. Damian shoots again and the bullet whizzes past the impostors head, much closer this time. The imposter raises his arms before his face and Damian's third and fourth shots are deflected by their heavily armored plates. As he lines up the fifth shot, the man knocks the gun from his hand with a well-placed batarang. Damian begins reaching for his other pistol but, seeing the impostor charging him, grabs his dAnother Day's Knight Ch.8
Another Days Knight Ch.7Ch.7: The Rising SonAnother Days Knight Ch.7
A boy sits alone in his room, tools and materials strewn across the floor. His nimble fingers working the fabric and woven steel, crafting his new identity's visage. He muttered to himself inaudible to a passerby, but clear in his mind "My father was a Batman, as was his father before him, and I shall be a Batman too. If my time with the League of Assassins has taught me anything, it's the importance of my lineage." A pin slips and buries itself in the boy's finger. He doesn't care, he simply pulls it loose and uses the bloodstained steel further. "My father was an idealistic fool, if he wanted to trul
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