Blüdhaven.

It was a dark and damp night, you finally got a big hit.

A politician in the town square. Perched on a roof you aim your sniper, you hear footsteps, you throw a knife that sticks itself in the wall next to a mans head.

“Woah, buy me a drink before throwing knives at me.” You recognize the voice. He runs his hands through his hair with a smile, “So you’re the merc thats rampaging my city.” Dick says rolling his shoulders.

The infamous Nightwing, former boy wonder.