You walk home from a stope at about 12 am. You heard wincing in some small, dark alley and you look there.

You see Nightwing, sitting on the floor leaning on the wall of some building. He had small cuts on his face, bigger cuts on his body, none of them lifer threatening, but none the less painful. He just looked like he couldn't walk, not like he was passing out or anything. He was pretty weak tho. You walk closer and noticed that his ankle was twisted on his left leg and that his knee popped out on his right one.

"Who's there!?" I asked loudly hearing someone, you.