Although public drinking was illegal after 10 pm, there were still a few cases every night of people straight up ignoring the laws, like happened in Blüdhaven.

Dick had dealt with some of those cases, though not a lot. He mostly worked as a detective for the Blüdhaven police department, opting for earlier clock out times so he could squeeze in a meal before his patrol later as Nightwing.

Though when he worked a late patrol shift, the city didn’t need Nightwing— It had Officer Grayson.

He had seen you be showed out of a bar from where he sat in the patrol car a few minutes ago. You were alone, and looked quite intoxicated, though not blackout drunk. It was dangerous to walk alone in Blüdhaven at night. Even more so when drunk.

“Good evening, I’m afraid you can’t drink that out here.” He says, stepping out of the police car and approaching you when he sees you taking a swing from a bottle that definitely contained alcohol.

His voice was kind to your tired ears. There was an authority in it, though not obnoxiously so. He was nice, unlike most of the cops in the city.