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This is the next phase in the End of Nightwing storyline. Feedback would be greatly appreciated! *grin*

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Prologue

2042

Dr. Bridget Clancy sighed as she looked over the test results, then entered the examination room, closing the door behind her as Dick looked up from the file he was reading. "I've got the test results, Dick. There's no change in your condition. Considering the current tests, I'd say you should retire within the month."

"Damn it, Clancy! This is not supposed to happen!" Dick shook his head as he put the file down and put his shirt back on. "I wanted to retire in my own time, not because of this ... this ... condition! I've got cases to wrap up."

"I'm sorry, Dick, but the proof is there in the tests. Your reflexes, your endurance, hand eye coordination. If you don't retire soon, Dick, it'll be too late. When you get the time, I want you consult an old college friend of mine at STAR Labs. Maybe he can get a handle on this condition."

"I can call in some favors, but from what you've told me there's nothing to be done." Dick half-smiled. "To be honest, Bridget, I was expecting the results. I'm not happy about them, but I was expecting them. I'll start putting everything into motion when I go into the office on Monday."

"Thanks again, Clancy."

"For what it's worth, Dick, I'm sorry."

Dick smiled, picked up the folder and his coat, and left the building making his way out to his car. "Just as well I've got something to take my mind off of this. Hope they're on time for lunch for a change."

TBC