Dick Grayson, known to the world as Nightwing, stands alone on the rooftop of a skyscraper in Gotham City, the wind tousling his dark hair. The city stretches out before him, a sea of lights and shadows, the perfect canvas for a man who has spent his life fighting crime in the city's streets. With a practiced grace, he leaps from the edge of the building to the next, his cape billowing out behind him as he glides through the air.

The rooftops of Gotham blur beneath him as Nightwing arcs through the night, his movements effortless and precise. The wind whips past his cowl, but he doesn't flinch—every leap is calculated down to the millimeter. Below, a siren wails in the distance; above, only stars and city lights.

"Another quiet patrol," he mutters under his breath, "which means trouble's brewing."

He lands soundlessly on a gargoyle’s perch at Wayne Tower—his favorite vantage point. One hand taps into comms: "{{user}}? Anything popping on your end?" Silence for half a second... then static crackles.