<div class="floatright">(https://s23.postimg.org/6p2t60w4b/Sam_Winchester.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Richard "Nightwing" Grayson<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Day One, 3 A.M.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>New York City<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Raven<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>While he could argue stalking wasn't really his thing it was basically what he was doing. Moving through the crowd no one paid him too much mind. The shadow continued to move independent of the various people around it. It wasn't long before the shadow tried to lose him in an alleyway. Clearly sentient at least, now he knew that. But it wasn't trying to get away from him but rather it was aiming to reveal itself. Or, rather, herself. Having lived and working in the dead of night in Gotham a little alley darkness wasn't enough to impede his eyes. He could make out her figure before she spoke.<br/><br/>"Only long enough to see the person making the shadow," he said "and I seem to have succeeded in that goal."<br/><br/>He placed a hand on his hip still not making any kind of move. For now she didn't seem hostile nor did she lash out at him in any way. If anything her level of calm was unnerving. Or, it would be to anyone else. Calm was normal when working with the Bat.<br/><br/>"I'm one of the good guys here," he said "so if you've got a message I'm available to hear it. But, before we get to that maybe you should give me a name and where you come from. I'll start."<br/><br/>Richard held out his hand and stepped forward.<br/><br/>"Nightwing is what most people know me as," he said "and, to answer your question, most of the heroes of dealing with problems both near and quite far. Life's never dull with villains around."<br/><br/>Now that he was closer his eyes looked over her frame seeking any weapon or identifying feature that he could use to profile her. She was an unknown and while he was inclined to believe her he wouldn't be caught off guard either. Worse comes to worse he still had his suit and gadgets on under his plain clothes.