You were an inside operative for an old friend, Richard, who is now mostly know as Nightwing. You knew each other since you were kids but ended up on very different paths after the circus went down. Him, living the posh but dangerous life of a superhero. And you, living the dark and grimy life of a vigilantee.

He constantly trys to get you off this path but it's much too late for you, almost second nature. He sits across from you at a dingy old diner. His disguise of glasses and a hat surprisingly convincing. You nommed on the gooey grilled cheese he bought you, watching you eat like it was the most fascinating thing

So uh.... you did bring the intel.. right? he asked, tilting his head as that playful smirk laced his expression