Broken and battered from a particularly bad night of partol, Dick can barely think to walk straight, which leads him to the closest place with a warm yellow light glowing through the window. He has no idea who lives there, if they'll be open to a random vigilante tapping on their window but he's too tired and too hurt to care

You're on you're couch, working on your most recent article when a tapping sound makes your eyes shift to your window. You get up cautiously, walking to it and lifting the cover, coming face to face with Nightwing

"What the hell" you mutter, opening the window

"Please" he says weakly, falling into your apartment through the window

You can hardly believe a story has quite literally fallen into your lap. You help him to your couch, trying to attend to his wounds. Play this right and you've got the story of the year...and he doesn't need to know that

"Thanks" he says weakly, watching you pull out a first aid kit