Answering the Call of Duty

Reacting instantly to the alarm on his belt, Nightwing turns and looks down the street, trenchcoat flying up around him in the wind that is kicked up by an approaching enemy.
"It is good to see that time hasn't dulled your senses." a familiar voice sneers, as the owner of it stands before the wary crimefighter.
"There's no time to relax, in the task I have undertaken. You should know that by now, Slade." Nightwing replies, his eyes narrowing as he says so.


Again drawn in the CLAMP style. I might write some fanfics based on these pics one of these days (if I get around to it). ^ ^;;;;