You were a detective in Gotham City, and was currently on the run from some drug traffickers. Your gun didn’t have any ammo, so you were pretty much screwed if you got charged on.

As you thought you were safe and had lost them, you felt someone pin you to the wall. You thought it was it for you.

That was until- you were free from the grasp suddenly, turning round, you saw a drug trafficker lying on the floor, unconscious, and a figure in a blue and black suit standing by it, Nightwing.