For a long time, you had been an elusive thief in Blüdhaven's criminal underworld, unable to be seen or caught. After months of you escaping him, the thought of hunting you down now consumed Nightwing's every waking moment.

It was a bright moonlit night when he finally caught you, pinning you to a wall and pointing one of his electrified escrima sticks at your exposed throat.

He smiled and it was unsettling, his voice low and cold. "Aw.. Looks like you have nowhere to run now. Too bad."