This is AhsokaTanoJedi request. I hope you like it!!
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Nightwing swung into the open window of his crappy apartment, relieved to finally be able to get some rest.

He landed on his hands and knees before swiftly getting up and closing the window.

The autumn air was chilly in Blüdhaven, especially at night, but he didn't have a choice but to leave his window open when he went on patrol.

He can't just walk in the building and pass the other tenants as Nightwing!

Even if they, and the landlord, seemed to be as dumb as rocks.

He peeled off his mask and rubbed his tired eyes before setting his mask down on the coffee table.

Right so... food and sleep. Eat. And go to bed!

He started to take off his uniform before a shrill scream from the streets below managed to reach his ears, even from beyond the glass and drywall.

A loud groan echoed through his living room as he went right back to putting his uniform back on.

"You have got to be kidding me..."

He quickly put his mask back on and looked out the window from which he just came.

Some idiot was cornering two teenage girls, literally twenty feet down his window!

But he can't just jump out of the window-- they might see Nightwing come out of a civillian's apartment.

Wouldn't that be an interesting headline...

No, his bedroom window would have to do.

He locked his apartment door first before running to what amounts to his 'bedroom' and climbing halfway out the window.

He took his grappling hook and shot it up to the roof so he could scale the building, it's not like it is the highest he has ever gone...

Once on the rooftop he strode over until he saw the moron.

He bent down and peered over the ledge, looks like the jerk just pulled a knife on them...

Doesn't seem to know what to do with it... they're not hurt...

Nightwing grimaced and shook his head while pulling out a wing-ding (Yes I checked. That's what Dick calls them...🤦)

He throws the projectile so that it knocks the knife out of the attacker's hand and causing him to stumble back.

The girls take that as an opportunity to run and go for it while idiot picked up the weapon, examining it like he actually had no idea where it could have came from.

Nightwing cocked his head to the side and cleared his throat loud enough for the thug to look up towards him, the lighting of the street lamps lighting up Nightwing's face.

He smirked down at the thug with a cocky little wave.

"Alright look, I've had a long few months so if you could just throw that--"

And the thug started running.

Nightwing sighed in mock disappointment and reached for his grappling hook once again, shooting it at the crook so that it ties him up.

Completely immobile.

"Guess not. Rude..."

He scaled down the building until he came to his stray wing-ding.

He knelt down slightly to pick it up and casually brushed it off on his suit and then strode over to his immobile would-be thief.

"I'm assuming you have a phone on you, yeah?"

The crook didn't say anything, just stared at him with wide eyes blown in fear.

"Not much of a talker... oh yeah I see it. Falling out of your coat pocket. Hold that thought would ya?"

He casually took the crook's phone, turned GPS on and called 911 before setting the phone down beside him.

He took cuffs from his belt and attached one end to the crook's wrist and the other to a metal grate before quickly untying his grappling hook.

"Just sit tight, cops will be here to take you to jail in a few minutes."

Nightwing then shot his grappling hook to the roof of his building once again and allowed himself to swing to the other side, easily sliding back into his bedroom window.

He wasted no time in changing once again, this time fully.

He walked back out into his living room and fell back into his couch, completely drained.

He smiled as soon as blue and red lights from outside started shining into his apartment.

Cool. They're getting faster.

He reached over to a side table and picked up his phone.

His smile immediately fell.

He's tried contacting Tim, Babs, and Wally for three days straight now! Nearly twenty-four seven at that!

He knew they were still mad... but...

He needed them...

He never did do well alone. Especially after...

He let out a soft groan and turned until he was lying on the couch, on his back.

He set his phone down on the coffee table and got comfortable.

He was so tired. He was... exhausted.

And not just physically.

Mmm. Bed's too far away...

So he fell asleep, right on the couch.

But, as per usual now, it was not a restful sleep.
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Well I hope was good for a first chapter. I'm not jumping into the main plot right away, as you have all probably realized by now.

I'm building it up. Don't worry Ahsoka, it'll get there.