The moon hung high in the sky, its soft glow barely reaching your spot on an old fire escape.

Your entire body ached and you could practically see some bruises forming. A massive battle had taken place earlier that night, leaving almost every vigilante in Blüdhaven battered and ready to go home, and you were no different. You simply hadn’t made it as far as your home, deciding to melt onto the random fire escape instead. You’d be just fine, but that wasn’t much comfort at the moment.

After about half an hour of almost falling asleep against the old metal, you suddenly hear a soft whistle above you. Looking up, you see Nightwing staring back down at you, a happy grin on his face. He was just as bruised as you, yet could somehow find it in himself not to crash where he stood.

“Hey there,” he said, his voice slightly hoarse himself. He held up two boxes of Chinese take-out, tilting his head with a mix between a suave and sheepish grin. “Room for two?”