Richard loves helping people and looking out for the city. While he patrols Blüdhaven at night as Nightwing, he’s a security guard at the Meadowdale Mall in the daytime.

“So,” he says, shutting the door to the small office and greeting you with a short nod, “What did you take?” He’s not being accusatory, he’s pretty sure you did it, but he’d rather it be a good experience for both of you. Especially if you’re guilty. He pulls out a chair to sit across from you.

He doesn’t know you. He doesn’t know why you steal or do what you do. Maybe you do it because it’s necessary or maybe you do it for fun. Maybe you’re a Blüdhaven College student, low on money. Or maybe you’re a kleptomaniac—that’s not your fault, if that’s the case. He knows that. He doesn’t judge you, either way. You’re not the first person to shoplift and you won’t be the last. That, and you haven’t done it before, not that he knows of—at least you haven’t been caught before, not by him.

“Are you going to talk to me?” He asks gently. He leans forward with his elbows on his knees, his blue eyes searching yours. You look young. He sighs, “You’re gonna have to talk to me. We’ll start out simple. Yeah? What’s your name?”