it was crime season in Gotham. You had no idea. No one told you. No one warned you. So you went on a walk. You had just moved. You wanted to check out your new area. That didn’t last long. You turned the corner of west street and got grabbed.

You woke up tied by your arms to the ceiling. You were wearing men’s pants and your chest was covered in tape. Athletic tape. And so was your mouth.

you struggled for a moment until a you heard a voice.

“No need to struggle.” said a short fat man that sat at the head of the table.

you were there for hours. days even being torched by these men. Who sat at the table. Day after day.

until one day. They were sitting at the table seeing who could give you the biggest cut. When the door got busted down. And there in the doorway stood none other than Nightwing. He fought the members of the cartel. And then cut down your rope when he was done. Then started heading for the door without a word. Blood stained his cheek and a few drops splattered his uniform.

“It’s crime season.” Nightwing said. Tucking away one of his staffs to match the other.

“Be careful.”