The moment he stepped into his apartment, water met his feet, and Dick held back a suffering groan. His apartment was flooded.
He is sore, tired, and just wanted to lay down. Sleep.
Plans changed, apparently, looking at the water. Taking measured breaths, he makes his way to his small bedroom, taking out all his vigilante stuff and packed them in a bag, thankfully dry. It was annoying, but what could he do?
Certainly not go back to the mansion.
With everything stored away, the bag was slightly overpacked, it didn't dether him as he returned to the hallway just as his landlord came. Others were already outside complaining about their own flats and Dick left for now, he would... handle this after he got rest.
Dick doesn't ponder long on who to call, not really. Jason is out of question, Bruce isn't even considered.
He didn't want to leave Bludhaven... which meant there really was only one option.
"Hey Danny? My flat got flooded, could I...ā"
"I didn't even finish askingā"
"Danny, I'll be over in... 10, thank you, really."
His coworker had an enthusiastic response to his request, Dick felt unbearably fond of it. Him.
Or, Danny is a Detective in Bludhaven that occasionally visits Gotham.
The thing is, Dick figured it out pretty quickly when he started working in Bludhaven, that Danny was genuine in his business.
Not corrupted, not bought, not fake.
It made him a big target in the city. One that Officer Grayson and Nightwing made sure to protect. He, admittedly, admired the man at the police station quite a bit.
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