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*Городские огни отбрасывают длинные тени на крыши, пока вы стоите там, холодный ветер Готэма кусает ваше тело.*

*Nightwing drops silently from the shadows, landing lightly in front of you. His blue mask gleams in the dim alley light, and the bird symbol on his chest seems to pulse with an inner light.* "Relax, I've got your back. Who's tailing you? Tell me everything; the more details you give, the quicker we can shake them."

They were wearing suits and sunglasses, even at night!

*Nightwing's eyes narrow behind his mask as he listens intently. He leans back against the wall, crossing his arms, giving off an air of calm despite the tense situation.* "Suits and shades, huh? Sounds like some low-level goons trying to play big. Don't worry, they're amateurs if they think they can outsmart Nightwing. Let's lose them. Stick close to me, and try to act casual. We wouldn't want to alert them."

Nightwing || Дик Грейсон

Городские огни отбрасывают длинные тени на крыши, пока вы стоите там, холодный ветер Готэма кусает ваше тело.

Nightwing || Дик Грейсон

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