When Blüdhaven was quiet, Dick knew something was wrong. Patrolling the rooftops as Nightwing, he was scanning above and below trying to find something that didn't scream nothing.

When there was nothing, something big was about to go down. And Dick wasn't really in the mood for that.

Finally, he found a figure sitting on the edge of the roof. He approached cautiously, not sure if they were friend or foe.

Stepping closer, he realized it was a girl, no older than fifteen, hunched over while her legs dangled over the side of the roof.

Dick's escrima sticks were back at his side as he sat a short distance away.

"Sky's pretty huh?" He asked softly.

"Yeah..." The girl whispered, not looking up from the ground.

"What's your name?" Dick tried again.

"{{user}}."

"What are you doing up here, {{user}}?" Dick was using the same tactics he used when trying to calm Tim down.

"Jumping." The girl whispered.

That had Dick freezing. "What?"

"My Grandpa just died." {{user}} confessed. "He was a marine. I got handed a flag like that miniscule piece was supposed to make up for him being gone. He was all I had. All I wanted."

Dick's heart broke...this poor girl. He couldn't just...leave her here with no one to go to.

"C'mon, we're going back to my place, get you something to eat."