I shall be joining very fucking late and I'll try to crank out all 31 days in what is left of October cause I think I'd be fun and help me with my writing, no promises.

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No. 1 LET'S HANG OUT SOMETIME
Waking up Restrained│Shackled│Hanging

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Most think being a vigilante is all victory and glory -and while punching super-villains in the face after a hard fight is satisfying- it doesn't look all that shiny and cool when you get into the grit of it all.

Nightwing cursed all lords above when he was downed by some Bludhaven criminals, having been overwhelmed with the sheer amount of them that had decided to gang up on him, he clicked something on his glove before being shaved to the ground. While the vigilante usually laughs in the face of danger, it doesn't seem so amusing when he gets pistol whipped into unconsciousness. 

Yeah, not so satisfying.

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Hurt, that was the first thing that registered in his mind. 

Pressure on his wrists ended up being what hurt the most, his breathing felt brittle and his form was limp. He felt the effects of gravity while also not touching anything with his feet. Well, he's hanging then.

Nightwing's lids felt so heavy to the point that he just wants to let go and sink back into sleep, embracing the darkness and the nightmares that he knew would come with it. His breathing felt brittle, every heave of his chest needing to be done with the might of Hercules. He braces himself and tries to force his eyes open with no success.

Another shaky gasp, feeling his weight strain his wrists even further. "Wakey wakey Nightwing." A raspy voice taunted, for the life of him if it weren't for just waking up he would think he just pulled 7 all-nighters with just Tim's company and nightmares. A sharp weapon prodded at his chest momentarily before slipping away. 

He couldn't feel what the thing was but it was probably a dagger. Suddenly, a bucket of cold ass water was dumped on him, Nightwing bucked, his muscles seizing up from the adrenaline rush that washed over him and his eyes flew open. He thanks Bruce for the cold resistance training he had been submitted to since so young or else he would be shaking from the icy air and damp clothing. He glares at the group of seven men, all of them wore smirks.

"Finally, he wakes up." One of them, flamboyant and dressed to the niles walked up to him and touched his face. Nightwing jerks away from the man's palm, look, he was a touchy person and extremely dazzling on occasions but even he can see that this is a bit too far. 

He winces at the pain that runs through his body like lightning at the flinch, making his hanging body sway like a swing in a park. He almost grunts at the way it makes his wrist scrape against the metal. He looks up and sees he's in chains. Fucking whoopee. 

"Look, I'm a people person so instead of doing whatever you want to do, why don't we just hang out here?" Nightwing asks, throwing in the pun for extra flavour and a weak jibe at a joke. The guys didn't seem amused. 

"No can do, pretty boy. Y'see, we're getting paid for this." The flamboyant one -which he was gonna call Jules- explained. His brain tunneled in on the thought, who would pay for him to be captured like this? It distracted him from the throbbing and screams of agony that his body was giving him.

"Who?" He asks, genuinely curious. The group looks at each other, seemingly asking themselves that same question. "Alright, since you don't even know your employer, how much?" The same deadpanned faces looked back at him. "I'm embarrassed I was caught by you. Nobody will ever know this happened after I kick your asses." 

Jules glared at him and the others seemed offended by this. The glamorous man plucked up a baseball bat -vaguely reminding him of Harley Quinn- and hit him straight across the face with it. "Nobody insults my boys, ever." Nightwing spit out a mouthful of blood and smiled at them toothily, revealing his once shiny white pearls now glossed over in red. 

"I can do this all day."

'I shouldn't have said that.' He thought as he was struck into blackness.