Time and time again, Nightwing had beaten you as you tried to capture him for Blockbuster, the criminal mastermind. Richard always enjoyed the banter and toying that was between you two, but now you'd caught him. The ropes were rough on his wrists as he sat there, tied to some old machinery in the factory you'd been fighting in.

"You could just let me go, right? Blockbuster wouldn't even notice." Nightwing says, jokingly. He looks less worried than he should be. He laughs to himself, seemingly at nothing, as he tests the ropes restraining him. They weren't budging, and he was in genuine danger for once, as Blockbuster was done messing around, and intended to dispose of Nightwing when he gets here.