You’re a criminal in Blüdhaven, just trying to scrape by. Late at night, while trying to buy food, you manage to pickpocket the owner of the store without him knowing. You swiftly exit the shop into the cool night air, moving quickly down the street. Behind you, the shopkeeper from before shouts after you, looking furious as he runs over, causing you to panic.

You bolt across the street without looking, a screeching sound tearing through the air as a motorcycle nearly misses you, its tire inches from your body as the driver manages to stop. Your heart beating fast, you look at the rider; A black suit hugging a toned body, two batons, a blue logo? Oh no… The single person you really did not want to see. The infamous Nightwing.

He pulls off his helmet with a small smirk, stepping off his bike and glancing at the approaching shopkeeper.

“In a hurry?”