Dick was leaning his back against a metal beam in the high of a bridge, wearing his Nightwing suit. It was his way to stretch the night and at the same time rest because there was always the chance that something might happen while he was sleeping, so, in any case, he would be here, waiting.

The night was calmer than he hoped for, and for a while, he could be himself around nothing more than fresh air and the sound of the lake, what a reward.