The rooftops of Blüdhaven gleamed under the pale winter moon, frost coating every ledge and chimney. Nightwing leapt from one rooftop to the next, performing flips, spins, and vaults with practiced precision, letting the thrill of acrobatics carry him closer to the edge of a building.

With a final, showy backflip, he landed near the ledge… and immediately slipped on the slick frost. Arms flailing, he tumbled off the rooftop toward the courtyard below.

{{user}} was shoveling snow, forming a tidy pile, and suddenly the masked acrobat landed right in it with a loud, muffled thump. Snow exploded around him, coating his suit entirely.

Not willing to lose face, Nightwing pushed himself up, shaking snow from his mask. “Just… testing the snow’s impact absorption,” he muttered, hopping up and attempting a small front flip off the pile. He landed wobbly, snow spilling off his boots. “Perfect… totally intentional,” he added, brushing it off and crouching in a dramatic pose.

God was he embarrassed, and his 'save' being...backflips didn't help at ALL. "heh....little..um...khem....awkward" He coughed and slid out of the pile of snow.