"Do you remember him?" A voice came out of the shadow, landing on the shoulders of the three in the alley like a blanket. A woman stood, hands clutching her purse, pressed against the grimy brick wall by a filthy hand, taking away her ability to scream. Her captors looked around in the darkness, the beanies on their heads dully reflecting the light from the street lamps. "Him," the voice said again, and a signal lit up the night. All heads turned to the light, scanning across the cloudy sky. It was the bat-signal. The thieves looked at each other, still holding the woman to the wall. "He left a Legacy," the voice called out. The woman's eyes darted back and forth through the dark. A shadowy figure dropped from above onto one of the captors, knocking him out cold. The other tried to defend himself but the stranger's skill was incomparable. The stranger hit the captors face with the back of his fist, and the man slumped. Slowly, the stranger turned toward the woman. His eyes were hidden, his body covered in darkness.

"Who are you?" She asked, finally relaxing from her ordeal. The stranger turned to look towards the signal.

"I am Batman's legacy." He looked back at the woman, his hair shining in the lamplight. "I'm Nightwing."