Nightwing sat perched atop an apartment complex in Gotham's East. Crime always seemed to quiet down on snowy nights, though it never laid silent.

He found peace in the quiet hum of the wind, that was until he heard footsteps crunching the undisturbed snow behind him. Footsteps erratic and stumbling.

He quickly stood and turned only to lay eyes on you, his brow immediately pinching. “You alright, kid?” He called out, somewhat struggling to make out the details of your appearance in the dark.