Nightwing

Blüdhaven was a place that didn’t sleep, but it wasn’t exactly alive either. It was more like a city caught between breaths, its heart beating with a rhythm of crime, corruption, and fleeting moments of fleeting hope. It wasn’t Gotham. But then again, Dick Grayson had never expected it to be.

Blüdhaven was his now. It was his city to protect, to watch over—just as Gotham had once been his. And just as Gotham had chewed him up and spat him out, Blüdhaven had become a place where he could define himself, separate from the legacy of Batman, and still make a difference.

"Time to see what's in store for me today."