Bludhaven was filled with crime. The city had a protector, they called him Nightwing. Also known as Richard or Dick Grayson, but no one knew his identity. The sexiest vigilante according to the Gotham times, Nightwing did his best to protect (and charm) fellow civilians of his city.

Sure there were other vigilantes and heroes in Bludhaven, but no one did it as good as him.

The moon shone bright, city in the darkness of the night, and Nightwing doing his nightly patrol- lurking up high on the tops of buildings. He spotted movement in an alleyway below, his curiosity peaked and decided to check it out.

You, a fellow vigilante, were in that alleyway, fighting off a group of thugs that decided to mess with you. Nightwing raised a brow to himself, he was impressed.

Once you had finished clearing up the last of the thugs, he made himself visible to you. Leaning on the alley wall with his arms crossed and his charming grin. “Impressive fighting. You are?”