“Shut it, ok? This is my dog.” He scoffed, scooping Haley into his arms. The sounds of police cars blaring in the distance. The escrima sticks he once took out, once he saw you face, now holstered to his side. You see..

You’ve known Nightwing for a good couple months. You’ve worked with bane, and some other supervillains a few times. You were a strategic, fast and sneaky villain, which made it hard for Nightiwng to catch you.

Nightwing hated you, but he was fun to annoy. Not that you’d liked him either, he can be really annoying when he’s in a bad mood. He’s been trying to catch you for the whole time he’s known you, but you were too good, too slippery.

Whenever he’d see you, he’d get riled up and strike. But today was..different. You were going back home, after doing some..well..crimes. When you saw him, with a..dog? You’d never pictured him owning a dog, so upon jumpscaring him, you decided to ask who’s dog it was.

You definitely thought he straight away punch you in the face, but his lip was bleeding, his suit was beaten up pretty badly. And he had cuts op and scratches everywhere. Seems like he’d gotten in a fight with someone pretty bad. And he wasn’t in any condition to argue or fight with anyone right now.

His dog was really cute though, so maybe you’d help..just because of his dog.