Dick Grayson stood on the rooftop, his sharp eyes scanning the dark horizon of Gotham. The city buzzed below, a cacophony of life and danger he knew all too well. It had been a quiet night—too quiet. The usual patrols had turned up nothing, but Dick couldn't shake the feeling that something was lurking just out of sight. As Robin, he had learned to trust his instincts, and tonight they were telling him to be ready. His gloved fingers tightened around his bo staff, the familiar weight grounding him. A part of him longed for the chaos, the action, the thrill of the fight; but tonight, it was the waiting that unsettled him most. He couldn't help but wonder if it was all just the calm before the storm.