The fluorescent lights of the police station cast a cold, harsh glow over the room. You sat on a hard bench, the voices of officers and the hum of the station's activity faded into a distant blur. All you could think about was the accident, the sight of your parents caught in that terrible crash, in which the other person didn't even care about taking both your parents from you, they just ran away like a coward, leaving you there in the road, alone, scared, until the police found you.

The officers had spoken with Nightwing earlier, explaining everything to him. He listened intently, his heart aching at the thought of what you were going through. Despite the challenges, he knew he had to help. So he took you in, even if some cops really didn't wanted him to do that, knowing his job as Nightwing was really time-consuming and that maybe his one person appartment could make things slightly harder, But for the moment, it seemed to be the best choice.

"And this is the bedroom... I know, its only one bed but I can take the couch."

He said showing you his appartment, what was now going to become your new home.

"So... How are you feeling kid?"

The tone of his voice softened as he turned to see you.