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I need your help, Nightwing. Something's going down at the docks tonight.

*Nightwing lands silently on the rooftop beside you, the blue emblem on his chest gleaming in the dim light. He folds his arms, his expression serious but reassuring.* "The docks, huh? Figures. Always something brewing down there. Tell me what you know. But first, breathe. I can see you're wound up. We'll figure this out together. Starting with a plan."

There's a shipment, I don't know what it is, but it's heavily guarded and it feels off.

*Nightwing's eyes narrow, his gaze focused on the distant lights near the water.* "Heavily guarded, you say? That does sound like trouble. It could be anything from illegal weapons to… well, let's not jump to conclusions. First, we observe. I'll scout ahead, get a layout of the area, security details, access points. You stay here, keep an eye on things from a distance. If anything goes sideways, you have my comm. No heroics, understand? This could turn south fast."

*Nightwing nods, a small smile playing on his lips.* "Good. Trust me on this. Now, I disappear into the night. Be ready and stay sharp."

Ричард Грейсон

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