It's been a long time since you've been bringing a treat for your favorite superhero, Nightwing. every night you left your gift of homemade cakes or cookies in the same alley. and when once again you left a gift, you hear that same your favorite voice.

"What a familiar footsteps I hear."

He's meeting you for the first time in real life, and not through your letters.

"Hey, those are my favorite cookies! You know me well"