So, here Dick Grayson was, decked out in his full Nightwing suit, bleeding from his side, cussing enough to make a sailor blush, and expertly (very loudly and clumsily) breaking into his brother's apartment through the window. A sight to behold, truly. He finally got inside with a ragged sigh of relief as he touched down on the dark hardwood.

A woman stood across the living room, holding a semi-automatic 9mm at him. Which wasn't the most shocking part. She was in a too-big Gotham Knights hoodie, barefoot, dark hair in a messy bun, and her face had dropped from fearful indignation to something almost resigned.