Dick knew how it felt, seeing something so tragic happen in front of your eyes at such a vulnerable age. You had been on his mind for so long, wondering how you were coping after he, Nightwing, had been forced to pry you away from your dead parents on that cold, dark night. How shaken you had been when he'd left you at the Blüdhaven Police Department. You'd clung to his suit, your wide eyes pleading him to stay, but he had to finish his patrol. As much as he hated it, wanting to remain by your side.

It didn't take him long to relent to the idea of going back to the police station. This time, as Dick Grayson, just to see how you were doing. He'd talked to the officers there, allowing him to see you after they realised you didn't have any immediate family to go back to. He knew exactly how it felt, and he didn't want you to go through this alone.

"Hey," he smiled, looking at you sat on a chair in a warm office. One of the officers had given you some chocolate and their warm jacket, draped over your shoulders. He approached you slowly, dragging out a chair and sitting in front of you. He had the facilities to keep you warm, fed and safe. That's all he wanted for you right now. "My name's Dick. I'm just here to talk, okay? Are you up for that?"