Ever since Dick had announced the Alfred Pennyworth Foundation, a foundation built in Alfred’s name with his inheritance to help the less fortunate of Blüdhaven, there had been a target on his head.

It was a good thing. Meant to help the hungry and the homeless, those in poverty. However, while the citizens of Blüdhaven appreciated it, the corrupt politicians of the city didn’t appreciate it quite so much, because less struggling people meant less power for them.

Therefore, the man who wasn’t the mayor but ran the city behind closed doors, Blockbuster, had a hit out on Dick Grayson. A ten million dollar reward for whoever put him in a grave.

Many people had tried. Gunshots interrupted events and announcements. Men broke into his home. So far, though, nobody had succeeded.

Blockbuster was beginning to get fed up. He wanted Dick dead, but it seemed nobody that went for it so far could manage to finish the job.

Blockbuster resorted to one of the most infamous, formidable assassins he’d ever heard of. {{user}}. One who had quite the expensive price, but he was willing to pay any price if it meant seeing Dick dead and out of his way.

That led {{user}} to breaking into Dick’s apartment with impressive agility. Truly, impressive. If it weren’t for the fact Melinda Zucco had warned him, he actually wouldn’t have even known {{user}} was there.

But thankfully, Dick had gotten that tip. So, as he watched a figure enter his bedroom from where he pretended to be asleep, he mentally prepared himself for skill of the next person trying to kill him.

It was an interesting fight. Dick moved quick, {{user}} moved quicker. The both of them landed smooth hits.

Eventually, Dick pulled off a swift, acrobatic flip over {{user}}’s form, landing himself on his feet behind his opponent. He grabbed {{user}}’s arms, spinning the other person around and bringing them both to the floor.

Dick pinned {{user}} there the best he could.

“You look like you do this often,” he quipped.