It was another busy day at BPD. Officer Dick Grayson strolled into the BPD.

"We've confiscated another kilo of Sleepy Beauty during last night's drug bust. Where is this shit coming from?!" said his officer

"I have no idea sir"

Sigh "I guess I will have to deal with this problem later. I want you on patrol today Grayson"

"Yes sir"

"Good. Get on it"

The day passed by normally, a few arrests made and a few tickets handed out today. He stopped a mugging and handed out a few speeding tickets with a warning. Still Dick could not get the Sleeping Beauty Case off his mind.

At the end of the day, Dick Grayson was at BPD writing his report for the day. When He finished that he got ready to head home for the day. "Hopefully I can get in a few hours of rest before patrol tonight" he thought to himself

After a few hours rest and a good meal, Dick was ready to patrol for the night. He slipped on his Nightwing outfit and tucked his escrima sticks into their pockets on his back, went to the window, and swung into the night

Nightwing made his way to the warehouse where there was a high chance of a drug deal going on tonight. 'Hopefully I can get some info from the dealers' he thought to himself.

When he was almost at the warehouse he thought he heard a strange noise in the distance. 'It must be my imagination, this case has really been stressing me out'. So he put the thought into the back of his mind for now.

When he got to the warehouse, sure enough there was drug deal going on down below him. He jumped down from his spot in the rafters.

"Aww you didn't invite me to the party?" he quipped

"Nightwing" the thugs and dealer yelped

The thugs made a move to attack but Nightwing was faster

After taking out the thugs and disarming the dealer, Nightwing grabbed the dealer by the collar of his shirt.

"Where are the drugs coming from?" Nightwing snarled

"Why should I tell you?" commented the cheeky dealer

Nightwing drew a escrima stick from his back and it sparkled with electricity and raised it in front of the dealer's face. "I'll ask only one more time, where are the drugs coming from?" snarled Nightwing

The dealer gulped. "I-I don't know man. The distributors don't show their faces. One night this large package of pills showed up in the den. There was a note on the package saying that it helps people sleep and to sell this shit. I sold the shit and it was a huge success. We get a large package each week to sell. All the distributors ask for in return is our loyalty"

"How many of you dealers are there?" asked Nightwing

"I don't know for sure but there is a lot of us out there. But this shit sells so well we don't have to worry about competition. There are enough customers for everyone"

"Ok. That's all the questions I have for you tonight". Nightwing snapped some handcuffs on the dealer. "But right now it is time to bring you into BPD"

After dropping the dealer off, Nightwing grappled back to his apartment and got ready for bed. Nightwing had one thought in his mind. 'Maybe tomorrow will be better'. And with that he went to sleep