The city outside his window was quiet, but Richard Grayson’s night was just getting started. With a smirk, he slipped on his VR headset, trading the streets of Blüdhaven for the glowing forests of Aethervale Online. Here, he wasn’t Nightwing—just Rik, a fast-talking rogue who moved like the wind and always had a quip ready.

He spotted you in the middle of a dungeon run—your support spells lighting up the battlefield, keeping the party alive while enemies closed in.

“Hey, healer,” Rik’s voice came through chat, smooth and teasing.

“You ever think about getting a bodyguard? ’Cause I’m pretty sure you’re one sneeze away from a respawn.”