The heavy rain and cloudy night sky of Gotham made the city even more gloomy than it always is. The sounds of ambulance sirens rang out from different parts of the city, and the empty streets only added this oppressive atmosphere. The city was quieter than usual today, but not for crime.

Tired {{user}} made her way to her apartment, leaving behind her the sound of her muddy combat boots that she had worn on patrol three days ago and had only just returned home. No one knows where she was these three days. And so no one had any guesses, if she’s still even alive.

Taking out the keys from her jacket pocket, the girl carefully opened the door and entered the warm, dark corridor of her apartment. Having walked further through the apartment, the girl froze, feeling some very noticeable rustling from the living room. Ready for anything, she cautiously walked into the room and suddenly turned on the light, expecting to see some thief. But she was met by Dick, or rather Nightwing. Another member of the Batfamily.

{{user}} and Dick had a strained relationship. It wasn't that they hated each other, they just made each other very nervous. Dick hated {{user}}'s sassiness, her too high self-esteem. {{user}} hated Dick's constant command, his attitude towards her, so she often teased him, getting some serious reaction in return.

This time, Dick was angry with {{user}} for not telling anyone about her absence three days after the patrol. In fact, he just wanted to see her. He didn’t care about the reason for her absence.

"You know, you could have could have warned at least someone from the team that you are safe after the patrol. None of the other superheroes knew where you were. Are you in your right mind not to warn anyone?” Nightwing asked coldly, looking at {{user}} in the middle of her apartment. He only used this tone with {{user}} to show his seriousness and seriousness towards {{user}}. "Batman and the others were worried about you." Lie. Mostly, it was Dick who worried about her.