Your wrists were bound, and the cold concrete floor sent chills through your body as you sat in the dimly lit warehouse. The thugs who had grabbed you gloated nearby, unaware of how hard your heart was pounding. You tried to stay calm, repeating to yourself that Nightwing would come. He always did.

Suddenly, the faint sound of something rustling overhead caught your attention. The shadows shifted, and before you could even blink, a blur of black and blue dropped down from the rafters. Nightwing moved with precision, taking out the first thug with a swift strike before the others even realized what was happening.