A Night at The Silver Bullet (D. Grayson)

[Athena]

Athena adjusted her skin-tight dress, uncomfortable with the feel of it. She was standing in line, waiting to get into what mortals called a 'club'. Being the goddess of Wisdom, one would think she'd know what a club was, but she wasn't normally interested in things like this place called "The Silver Bullet". Athena was weak; weaker than she had ever been before in her long life. She had been as weak and defenseless as a human for the past week, and it had been the longest week of her life. She was stuck on Earth until her power returned and she would be able to summon a portal back to Olympus. 8 hour naps were not cutting it for her.

She finally made it close to the door and she could hear the bouncer looking at each human and telling them whether or not they could enter. A lot of the attractive women were getting in while not as many men were allowed entrance. Finally, Athena arrive at the bouncer. He looked her over slowly, making her feel self-conscious. The bouncer gave her a smile that unsettled her. If he tried something, she wouldn't be able to stop him and the thought frightened her. She hated fear. The bouncer finally waved her in, and Athena stepped into the loud and crowded club. She looked around, astounded that so many people could fit into what looked like a small building on the outside. She had to bob and weave through the crowd to get to a seat. She was very aware at the several pairs of eyes that fell on her. Athena took in as deep a breath she could in her dress and made her way over to the bar. The bartender came over to her shortly after she arrived.

"Black Velvet. Make it a double." Athena said, noting the slight wavering in her voice.

'Damn it all... I could've gone to a library, but where did I choose to go? A club. It looks like a massive group orgy over there...' Athena thought. The bartender came back a minute later with her drink. She handed him the money and went to find a table. Luckily, she was able to find one near the bar in case she needed more alcohol to handle the situation she put herself in. Athena sat down and took a large swig of her drink, which was a total mistake. She was normally able to handle taking that much in, but now... She coughed as the alcohol burned going down her throat. 'I hate this so much...' She thought.

Athena looked at the dance floor, wondering if she should risk it. She would've gone right in had she been at full strength, but she really didn't want to risk it now. She sat there with her drink, trying to think of what to do.


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[Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson]

A night on the town, just what Dick needed, being a masked man roaming the rooftops and saving those who could not defend themselves got to be a taxing job on one's psyche. Fortunately, a friend of his, a club owner, told him they were having a big celebration at his spot tonight, and Dick got in free. He roamed around the party with his black V-neck and simple jeans on, casual wasn't the dress code, but when you knew people, those could be avoided. Dick spotted a beautiful young lady in a black skin tight dress, just his liking, black. He would not make his way over immediately, that was rude, she had barely had enough time to get her drink and sit down, she probably wanted to relax. He adjusted his line of sight so that he could see her from the other side of the bar and vice versa. He also noticed what she ordered, at some point before he went over and introduced himself he would purchase her another and offer it as a token of him noticing how attractive she looked. He sat there before ordering his drink, ''Hennessy Black, please'', he said as he placed the money on the counter and the waitress brought him his drink.

He had learned from Bruce a lot, approaching a woman took a certain element of smooth, one that most men did not have. In an environment like this, most women would automatically jump to the conclusion that they were being pursued for whatever reason. But Dick was much more relaxed, he was already aware of turning several female heads including the bartender, who winked as she brought him his drink. He smirked, it never failed. Regardless of who he was looking at, someone was always looking at him. This became all the more evident as another young lady came and sat next to him at the bar.

''Hey, how are you sitting here alone, handsome?'', she said as she pulled herself to the counter and ordered some girly drink. Naturally Dick paid for it, she was providing him company for the moment, it was the nice thing for him to do.

''Hehe, thanks, I usually don't come out to places like this, not really my scene'', he said as he sipped his drink and felt the alcohol burn at his throat, nothing like the taste of liquor at night. Dick nearly jumped as the lady ran her hand along his shoulder and whispered into his ear.

''How about we make my place your scene'', she was getting aggressive, not bad, most women didn't know the word, nor had they any clue how useful it could be.

Dick chuckled a bit, he already had his eyes set on one goal tonight, and that was having fun, and hopefully staying out of trouble, but this woman screamed it. He got up from his seat before ordering a Black Velvet, the drink the other woman was having. ''Nice suggestion, but I have some things to attend to'', he said smiling and grabbing his drink and the black velvet and making his way over to Athena. The young lady at the bar was fuming, probably never been rejected before as it were. But Dick could do with rejection, or handing it out at least, she did not have on enough black for him.

He strode over to the young woman's table and took a seat before speaking. ''Hello, I'm Richard, you seemed a little lonely over here, something tells me you are from out of town'', he said as he slid her her drink on a napkin.

[Athena]

Athena was practically wallowing in the misery of her weakened state. All that was on her mind was that. Weak, weak, weak... She sighed and took another, smaller, drink of her whiskey when she noticed a handsomely dressed man walking over to her table. The first thing that ran through her mind was that she would need copious amounts of whiskey to handle the 'situation' coming towards her. When the man sat down, she felt her heart leap in her throat, which was a very new feeling to her, and somewhat frightening too. She had to admit that, for a human, he was attractive. She was a sucker for dark hair and his ice blue eyes were definitely helping his case. He was smiling, and seemed like the kind of person that did that a lot. Finally, he spoke.

''Hello, I'm Richard, you seemed a little lonely over here, something tells me you are from out of town.'' The handsome man said.

Athena gave him a small smile back and replied. "Hi, Richard. I'm... Athena. And you guessed right; I am new; in fact, I've never actually been to a club. I was debating on going over to dance, but that looks suspiciously like a group orgy there..." Athena said with a smile.

She felt a little awkward talking to a complete stranger, but it was better than being harassed by someone a lot less nicer than him.

[Richard ''Nightwing'' Grayson]

Hmm, there was something about this young lady, she had a sense of humor. This of course becoming evident in her remarks regarding the nature of the night club dance scene. Of course Dick himself never really was one for dancing, it was something the other people enjoyed, so he was okay with it. But she was right, this brand was rather.... close, for strangers. He tried it a few times before and he didn't understand the reason for being so close to an individual, although on some occasions he did dance with certain women and like it, but there are exceptions to every case. ''Eh, I never was one for dancing, like you said, it looks a bit too....sensual for a public display'', he said leaning back against his chair a bit and looking back out towards the dance floor. ''Athena'', what a name, no doubt as homage to the Greek Goddes of Wisdom herself, or so he thought.

''That's a nice name madam'', he said smiling again and thinking on what to say next. Sometimes it was easy for things to just flow to him, but this time, she was actually baffling him with her aura. He had to shake himself mentally to actually get back to talking. ''Where are you from?'', he was curious as to where she was visiting from. Not many people liked visiting Gotham, and they surely didn't do it for the night life. Everyone knew it was dangerous,n but those who lived here thought it was normal. Unless she was from Bludhaven or something like that, in which case, this was like a walk in the park. Of course both cities had their bad parts, but he frequented both of them so he was biased to a degree.