VIVIHO

Nightwing and The Count, also known as Sin, were lounging in a sauna room, their bodies wrapped only in towels. Nightwing's gaze was fixed on Sin's form, filled with curiosity. "How did you manage to come out unscathed?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice. Sin turned to face Nightwing, intrigued by his question. "What do you mean?" he inquired. "I hit you with all my strength, and we both ended up unconscious. Yet, I have bruises, while you seem untouched." Nightwing clarified.

With a light laugh, Sin let out a chuckle before sitting up and continuing the conversation. "To be honest, I've always had this body. Casey once called it 'the perfect body' but upon closer examination, I discovered that I'm not a mutant or anything like that," he explained.

"Got any teammates?" Nightwing asked as he laid back. "I have a hot head buff guy who looks like he's on way too much weed and a gay guy who definitely wants me, with a bunch of yes-men. What about you?" He asked with a chuckle.

"I have a green guy, a robot guy, a alien, and a demon." Nightwing replied, listing off his eclectic team members. "But we make it work. It's not about powers, it's about trust and working together as a team."

"Yeah yeah I know already," Sin said with a chuckle and stood up. "Well I should be getting home."

Nightwing nodded and stood up as well, wrapping his towel around his waist. "Thanks for the sparring session, Count. You've got some serious potential, and I'm excited to see what you can bring to the team."

Sin grinned and extended his hand towards Nightwing. "Thanks, Nightwing. Maybe one day we can team up and take on some real villains together."

Nightwing shook his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "I'd like that. Just make sure to keep that ego of yours in check, Count Chocula."

Sin rolled his eyes playfully. "Hey, it's a cool name! Besides, it's better than being called Robin."

Nightwing chuckled and gave Sin a friendly pat on the back. "You keep telling yourself that. Take care, Count. And remember, being a hero is about more than just fighting bad guys. It's about making a difference in people's lives."

With a nod, Sin bid Nightwing farewell and him and Casey headed out of the batcave, ready to continue his journey as Gotham City's newest hero - Count Chocula.

"I still can't believe my friend was able to beat THE Nightwing, like how strong are you really?" Casey said excitedly as he drove the motorcycle. "Hehe, I really don't know, but I hope when I've been a hero long enough I can fight huge bad guys." Sincere replied with a wicked excitement smile on his face as he held Casey's waist to hold on.

Casey blushed slightly at Sincere's touch, but quickly focused on the road ahead. "Just promise me you'll be careful, okay? I don't want anything bad to happen to you," he said, his voice filled with genuine concern.

Sincere tightened his grip on Casey's waist, a serious expression on his face. "Don't worry, Casey. I'll always do my best to protect myself and those around me. After all, that's what heroes do, right?"

Casey nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Yeah, you're right. Just promise me that you won't do anything reckless or put yourself in unnecessary danger."

Sincere leaned in closer to Casey's ear, his voice filled with determination. "No promises, hehe, nah im just joking, I'll try." He chuckled as the motorcycle slowed down and he got off. "Hey be careful, the streets of Gotham are already unhinged in the day time, you should've just let me drop you off and I'd bring your motorcycle back in the morning." Sin explained.

"I know, but I wanted to make sure you got home safely," Casey replied, a hint of concern in his voice. "Besides, I can handle myself. I've dealt with worse than Gotham's streets."

Sincere grinned and ruffled Casey's hair playfully. "I know you can, but it never hurts to have someone looking out for you especially what happened that day. Just remember to stay safe, okay?"

Casey swatted Sincere's hand away, trying to fix his hair. "Yeah, yeah, I know and I know you'll find that bastard. Take care of yourself too, Count Chocula. Gotham needs its newest hero." He added and looked at his hands, the left was on the right arm and the right was on the left arm.

Sincere laughed and saluted Casey. "You got it, buddy. Count Chocula is on the case. See you around, my fearless sidekick."

Casey rolled his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. "I'm not your sidekick, Count Chocula. But I'll keep an eye out for any trouble and let you know if I hear anything. Stay safe out there, alright?"

With a final wave, Sincere turned and made his way down the dimly lit street, disappearing into the night. Casey watched him go, a mix of worry and pride filling his heart. He knew that Sincere had a long journey ahead of him, but he also knew that his friend was destined for greatness.

As Casey walked back home, his mind filled with thoughts of the adventures that awaited Sincere and the challenges they would face together. He couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement and anticipation for what the future held for the newest hero of Gotham City - Count Chocula.

Meanwhile

A man ran through the dark and dingy alley, his heart was pounding and his breath was ragged. He knew he was being chased, and he could hear the footsteps getting closer. Suddenly, he reached a dead end and he knew he was trapped. He turned around, his hands shaking, and saw the silhouette of a figure approaching him.

"Come out, come out," the voice taunted, sending shivers down the man's spine. "C-come on man, I told you I don't know where he is!" The man stammered, fear evident in his voice and body.

The figure landed in front of the man and slowly walked towards him, causing the man to shrink back in fear. "The thing is, I believe you," the silhouette said, grabbing the man's jaw with a tight grip. "But who do you know that can find him?"

Just then, a voice was heard from behind the figure. "Hey, you asshole!" The man's eyes widened in surprise as he saw four men from his gang approaching. "Well, I guess it can't be helped," the silhouette muttered, turning to face the men. "I guess I can have a little fun before I turn in for the night."

As the figure got closer, his appearance became more shocking. His clothes were a combination of red and black, and he wore a menacing red motorcycle helmet and gloves with the words 'tnt' embroidered on them.

"Gotham needs less heroes nowadays," the man who seemed to be the leader of the group sneered, swinging a metal bat at the silhouette.

"Hero? That I'm not. And I'm not an antihero either. What do you call a man looking for revenge?" The figure's words were laced with a hint of danger as he punched the man, sending him flying into a nearby wall.

"M-my face!" The man screamed in horror as he realized the front of his face had been completely destroyed by the force of the punch.

"The most dangerous man in the world," the silhouette continued, his voice cold and calculated as he got into a fighting stance. "VIVI-HOO!" He cried out with a sadistic smile, ready to unleash his wrath upon the thugs who had dared to cross him. Meanwhile, the man cowered in fear, knowing that he was witnessing a true force of vengeance.