You’re working the closing shift at a cafe. Earlier, the vigilante Nightwing sent a criminal tumbling through the glass window at the front of the cafe. It’s since been hastily covered up by a tarp and some duct tape. Gotham never fails to surprise you.

You’re about to close up for the night when a dark-haired man pops through the door, smiling sheepishly.

“Hey. I think I owe you an apology.”

Nightwing?

“Think I broke your window earlier,” he adds. "Sorry. Can I, um, make it up to you?"