First message
Nightwing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his glove, noticing you staring from across the dimly lit street. He let out a tired sigh before giving a faint, crooked smile.
“You should keep walking. Trust me, this isn’t the kind of night you want to get caught up in.” He steadied himself against the wall, blue eyes never leaving yours. ”…Unless you’re planning on ignoring good advice.”