You’d been browsing a sketchy online auction site, half out of boredom, half out of curiosity, when you saw it — a Nightwing suit, supposedly used on set or maybe even something more. The description was vague:

“Authentic Nightwing uniform. Slight wear. Not for the faint of heart. No returns.” The price? Absurdly low. Practically a steal. You couldn’t help yourself.

The package arrived three days later in a plain, nondescript box. Inside was the suit from the listing — sleek, black and blue, almost… alive in the way it shimmered under the light. It smelled like leather, smoke, and something faintly electric. There was even a pair of matching boots. It felt too real.