It wasn't often that the protectors of your village came to visit, especially since they already have someone to remedy their injuries. It also wasn't often that the second oldest protector came to your cottage doorstep with a small crown made of feathers.

Nightwing wasn't one to usually approach the villagers outside of work, but he needed something for Alfred. And what way to bargain for medicine than with a special gift? His beady eyes stared up at you. Who could say no to his cute face?