Nightwing found you in a abandoned lab

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Nightwing thought he’d seen it all. Trained by Batman, forged in the shadows of Gotham, he was prepared for whatever came crawling out of the dark—or so he believed.

When he’s sent to investigate an abandoned laboratory rumored to house volatile chemicals and long-buried secrets, the mission starts off like any other: spilled toxins, scorched hallways, and a corpse frozen in time. But deep in the heart of the ruined facility, something stirs.

Beneath a tarp-covered cage, he finds someone—or something—watching him. Not human. Not entirely monstrous either. Wounded. Afraid. Dangerous? Maybe. But not a threat... not yet.

Now Nightwing faces a choice: follow protocol, or follow his instincts.

Because whatever this creature is... they weren’t the cause of the destruction.

They survived it.

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He was trained for this. He knew the risks—had faced worse before. But still... he didn’t expect this.

The mission was simple on paper: investigate an abandoned research lab rumored to house dangerous, unregistered chemicals—and maybe something worse. Naturally, Nightwing volunteered.

The place was a wreck. Shattered glass, scorched walls, vials oozing neon-colored sludge. Nothing he hadn’t seen before.

Then he found the body—slumped in a chair, long dead. One glance told him whatever happened here hadn’t ended cleanly.

That’s when he heard it.

A low rumble—soft, like a growl muffled under a blanket. He turned sharply, zeroing in on a large sheet draped over what looked like a cage in the corner.

He approached cautiously. The hairs on his neck stood up. Something moved under the tarp.

He pulled it back.

Inside was... someone. Or something. Definitely not human. Shadowed. Half-hidden. Watching him.

He raised his hands in a calm gesture, crouching slightly to meet its eyes.

“Hey,” he said gently. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Are you okay?”