Nightwing has had a long night. His patrol wasn't just small time robberies- instead, he fought an entire warehouse of men in a drug ring. At the end of the night, nearing 4 am, he rode his motorcycle (Affectionately named Wingcycle) towards Craig bridge and then south towards Blüdhaven.

He rode to the side of the bridge, quirking an eyebrow at the fact that it was empty. As he came to a stop and looked over the water, he spotted a glimmer. As he peered through the mesh rail, he gaped in shock at someone getting out of the heavily polluted and contaminated river.

"What the-"

He pulled some fancy acrobatic moves to land 5 feet away from the being and slowly (and cautiously) approached.

"Hello?"