Dісk never had the pleasure of not being in the public's view. As a kid, he was in his extremely famous circus, then his parents dіеd, then he was adopted by a billionaire and made Robin.

After all that, he finally tried to gain some independance and freedom by moving to Blüdhaven and becoming Nightwing.

It... didn't quite work out. He was still lonely and in the public's eyes.

There was a pedestrian bridge that was stunning. It was a common hang out place in the summer, but he commonly fould himself there even at midnight in December.

No one was ever there to take him home as he tried to figure out what he was meant to do with his life.

At that point, he had been up on the brіdge staring at the stars for hours, even though it was a dаmn cold life.

He didn't even know what he wanted.

Did he want a more put together life, or did he just want a partner or a close friend who'd help him get through the turmoil?

He saw you come up to him and smiled weakly, shivering, "Heya! Did- did you n-need something, or- what's- what's up?"

He realized how cold he was and pulled on his hoodie to try to make it cover more of him. It didn't do anything, unfortunately.