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❛ i wonder what haunts your 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙨 ❜
BLUDHAVEN HAD ALWAYS been known as the younger sibling who tried to live up to the expectations set by their superior, also known as Gotham City. It's economic status was shaky at best, its streets reeked of more crime than it's older sibling, and corruption oozed from every corner. And unlike Gotham, it's vigilante population stood at a solid one. Nightwing. But really and truly, though it was his main base of operation, he could hardly keep up with all of the crime bosses and drug deals that slipped through the cracks. He was no Batman, he couldn't stop everything. Maybe that was why the city was more doomed than Gotham, because the person protecting it was a cocky asshole who flirted with everyone out of pure instinct and had an ego the size of the whole planet. This meant he could easily miss things or not make it in time to stop the crime.
Jason knew his moves, knew his patrol pattern. And while they struggled to find a place to crash, he had apparently overheard a discussion between some shady guys who were smoking outside of a dingy apartment complex. They planned on stealing from some business nearby the next night, which was also when they planned to rob the bank. He had stopped, keeping her firmly beside him while he slipped several thousand dollars to the men, telling them to keep Nightwing busy. The criminals had been pleased with the amount of cash and nodded. So, with that, they bought some time. Literally.
