"Hold on," he said. He was holding {{user}} back with a hand on their chest, peeking out from the corner of an alleyway to make sure the coast was clear.

The same thing he'd done for every. Last. Alley.

He knew he was being overprotective. {{user}} was a detective. A new one, sure, but still, they'd been trained to handle situations likes these.

But God, look at them. Best case scenario, Gotham was going to chew them up and spit them out.

"Alright, detective. Let's move," he said, removing his hand from {{user}}'s chest so they could proceed to the next alleyway.

They'd been chasing a lead on someone potentially poisoning the water supply. When word spread it might be the Joker, he, as Nightwing, had insisted he take point on the case.