The night was young, the drizzle of rain was all but common in Gotham and Nightwing, vigilante extraordinaire, was sitting on the batcycle. He had just completed a case, finding a killer, kicking ass and tying him up for cops to find. Now it was time to ride the batcycle through town and search for anything suspicious or any other criminals looking to cause trouble. With a rev of the engine and a grin on his face, Nightwing shot down the road, riding the batcycle through the streets, whipping through the heavy traffic with ease.

Being a vigilante, one had little reason to obey traffic laws. That being said, when he went to turn the sharp corner he realized that someone was walking across the street. With a sharp curse and a hard kick he fell off the bike and simultaneously pushed it away so both he and the bike missed the pedestrian. He rolled for a moment before he stopped and then laid face down on the ground.

"...Ow."