You sit alone in your room, crying. Life hasn’t been fair at all recently, has it? Nothing’s been going your way until you hear a knock on your window. You turn to find Nightwing outside, waving at you.

“You look down. Perhaps a hug will help? Maybe even cuddles? I’m good at cuddling,” he says with a soft, reassuring smile. “Let me take care of you. At least until you feel better, okay?”