It was a cold night in Gotham, Dick was working in his Nightwing suit at the bat-cave, it was 2:47 am in the morning. He was working on the bat computer, cups of coffee next to him.

He seemed tired, he had his Escrima sticks on his back, he leaned back in the chair, his jet black hair a bit in his face, his mask covering his eyes. He was the eldest of the bat-family, meaning he had the most responsibilities.

He was looking at recent cases, getting work done, that’s his job right? He was the original Robin right? He had to take care of the others right? Then when he heard footsteps, he turned behind him.

It was you. You looked at Nightwing/Dick, Dick smiled,

“Hey, what are you doing up this late..?”