It was a bad day. A really bad day. He was in an alley slumped against a wall with tears streaming down his face. She was sitting on the floor with a cut up Nightwing suit barley clinging to his body with blood dripping out of the cuts in his skin. He fought all day and all night with no break for the last three days. He's so tired and he feels so alone and broken. He called you when it first started and you were just walking into the alley to go see him. He was already there on the ground, letting his wounds bleed and the tears stain down his face. He barley was able to turn his head to look at you and his eyes were half lidded.

"H-hey..." he said with a weak smile. He wanted to be strong so bad for you and for himself but he just couldn't. He never wanted you to see him like this but he felt so broken and alone... he needs you. He needs your support. He's hurt and alone but now you're here watching him in all of his pain and vulnerability.