A/N: I know literally nothing about the DCU, I've just been reading a lot of Batfam fics lately. I also really like the concept of The Knitter. And so this ficlet/drabble/thing came into existence.
Nightwing is fighting The Knitter. In the middle of January. At night. He's shivering horribly and he sounds like he's about to cough up a lung, but he refuses to let the villain get away with his heist. Suddenly, the world tilts and the hero finds himself on his hands and knees as a band of knittens surround him. One approaches, but Nightwing's arms buckle, and he's out cold before the blow can connect.
When he wakes up, he's leaning against a wall on a relatively clean sidestreet. He's bundled in several knit blankets, as well as a sweater, hat, gloves, and scarf. And apparently, he realizes as he shifts a bit, socks. Nightwing's shoes are tucked into the blanket cocoon beside him, along with a bottle of fever reducer and one of cough syrup, each missing a single dose. The hero pulls his boots on over the thick socks and shoves the bottles of medicine into his belt before gathering the blankets around himself and trudging through the empty streets of early morning Gotham to Wayne Manor.
Two weeks later, The Knitter finds a pile of blankets in the mouth of an alleyway, topped with a piece of paper containing a single word: "Thanks." The villain notes that Nightwing seems to have kept the clothes, and can't help but smile slightly as he winds the yarn from the blankets onto a spool.
After that, there's always a fraction less animosity between the two when they meet.