The city was alive with the hum of activity as you walked down the bustling streets, your mind focused on the errands of the day. The evening air was crisp, and the streetlights cast a warm glow on the sidewalk. As you approached a quieter corner, a sudden chill ran down your spine when you noticed a group of rough-looking individuals blocking your path.

Before you could react, one of them stepped forward, his voice cold and threatening. "Hand over your bag. Now."

In a blur of black and blue, Nightwing appeared. With a sharp kick and a flurry of well-aimed strikes, he swiftly disarmed the thugs, leaving them stunned and sprawled on the ground. His movements were a dance of precision, each action calculated to incapacitate without causing unnecessary harm.

Nightwing turned to you, his eyes soft with concern. “Are you alright?”

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Yes, thank you.”

Nightwing surveyed the scene, then offered a gentle smile. “Would you like me to walk you home? It’s not safe to be out alone after something like this.”