Incywincyspider14 and GiovannaSales076 wanted a part three and this is the end 

Dick Grayson was dead. 

Well, the name was. The person was living as best as he could under the circumstances.

Dick Grayson died the moment that he got on the bus to Bludhaven and when he stepped off of it, he had no name and no insignia. He was just another face in a crowd of people going about their days. He didn't have a lot on him at the time due to leaving on the spur of the moment. In his backpack, he had the makings of a suit, a standard Batman-level CPU, all the money in his savings account and some weapons that weren't very well hidden in his bag. 

He knew when Jason was given the Robin title that it was no longer his own and when he died, Dick was even more sure that the title was no longer his. He needed something new. Something that could provide hope that Robin had once given but without the history of being in someone's shadow and replaceable. Nothing he thought of was really sticking so his suit remained a simple all-black bodysuit and a nameless identity to go alongside it.

When he moved to Bludhaven, he didn't have a home so he went on the hunt for abandoned subway tunnels he'd once explored when he was younger. Under both Gotham and Bludhaven were abandoned tunnels that were more trouble to tear down than to be left there and not many knew about their location. He'd eventually found a tunnel he could access with relative ease and after some searching, found some old subway cars he could make use of. It wasn't the nicest place in the world but it was his and it was rent-free. It should also deter anyone from finding him. Through looking up free pieces of furniture on the Facebook marketplace and some tactile dumpster diving, he'd managed to make the spot kind of nice. Sure it was freezing at night and was very dusty but because no bugs lived down there it was spider free. The most he'd get was a rat or two which he could deal with. 

After finding accommodation, next came the issue of money. Savings could only last him so long and as much as he could figure out ways to get out of paying for most things, food wasn't one of them if he didn't want to end up with food poisoning. He took up one-time jobs, usually moving things for people or helping them build things. Alongside the money, they'd sometimes give him a cup of tea or something else warm which he was always grateful for. One woman became a sort of regular. Her name was Theresa and she was around Alfred's age. She was also new to Bludhaven since her husband died and she needed somewhere new to start, originally being from Gotham as well. She was old so couldn't do much of the moving on her own and her sons lived in another country so they couldn't help. Dick loved doing jobs for her, eventually taking less money in return for the food she made. It was just nice to talk to someone. 

Work helped him through his grief or rather it gave him an outlet for his anger about Jason's death and everything surrounding it. There was no leaving the vigilante lifestyle even if he'd been fired from it before. Bludhaven was just as full of criminals as Gotham so he had plenty of people to punch. He'd adopted a persona to hide behind, one that cracked jokes and made quips whilst pummelling criminals. After only a month of being there and actively fighting crime, his laugh was treated like a tornado siren. Still, he needed a name to attach to the terror. He just didn't know of a good one.

His lair as he liked to call it had been coming along nicely and he was currently bundled up on the makeshift bed inside a subway car. He'd found an old DVD player in one of his dumpster diving adventures and Theresa had given him some DVDs that her son used to have. A lot of them weren't very good but Dick didn't have the heart to tell her that. Of the twenty or so she'd gifted to him, he only took an interest in five. One had taken his interest simply because there was nothing on it to tell him what it was. It was a blank CD with a blank case. He wondered what horribly pirated movie would be on it and booted it up as he ate his pot ramen. Static lit up his screen before cutting to none other than Superman sitting in a plush leather chair. He immediately recognised it as one of the old tapes the hero had done to "inspire future generations to do good." Dick chuckled to himself, shaking his head. He'd been young enough to be subjected to the videos in school and he'd told Clark in a cutting way only a child could do that it was boring and corny so he shouldn't do them again. He hadn't thought about Clark lately. In fact, he hadn't thought about anyone from his previous life in Gotham aside from Jason. He'd been purposefully putting his mind onto other things. The acrobat sighed and went to turn off the special, deciding it would do him no good to keep it on but he paused at the mention of a name. Nightwing.

Clark had told him the story after coming back from the hospital. A man cast out by his family and devoting his life to crime fighting had brought Dick to hope that there could be something else even without Robin. He'd felt so rejected by Bruce for so long that he'd thought there was something seriously wrong with him and if there was something wrong with him then there was something wrong with his work as Robin. Dick chewed thoughtfully. Nightwing had brought him to hope in his darkest moments so perhaps it could offer the same hope for others. Would Clark be okay with the legend he'd told him being used like that? It would be done as an honour to the tale rather than snatching it away and changing the meaning that'd been built beforehand. Nightwing. He liked that. He looked over to his suit and smiled to himself. Yeah, Bludhaven could use a Nightwing. He needed a Nightwing. 

"Nightwing," he muttered to himself just to see how it rolled off his tongue. It sounded amazing. 

Bruce spent months so deep in grief that he'd made little to no effort to find where his remaining son had gone. All he knew was that Dick had left for Bludhaven shortly after Jason's death and hadn't made any attempt to reach out past that. He didn't know if he was still in Bludhaven, what he was doing, where he was living, pretty much nothing. Normally that would drive him to do something but he couldn't find the energy to do more than punch criminals and look longingly over to the sister city he hoped his ward was living. Clark would call him, urging him to do more than wallow when he still had a son alive who needed him but all he could say was that Dick probably needed the space and that he couldn't face him. That didn't stop the mountains of texts and calls the hero gave him demanding something to be done. 

It was by chance that Bruce found Dick. He'd been out as Batman and was patrolling close to where Jason was buried. He'd made a habit of visiting the grave every time he was close, paying respect to his fallen Robin who should be out there with him not six feet under the ground. On his way over, he'd been surprised to find the graveyard wasn't empty and a figure was sitting by the grave. It was unusual to find anyone other than himself in the graveyard at this time of night, especially so close to the grave of someone he knew. He found a hiding spot and watched from a distance, straining his ears in hopes of hearing something. 

"I can't stay long tonight. B should be here soon," the figure muttered. Batman's eyes widened at the nickname as he tried to study the figure more. Was that? No, it couldn't be! Could it? "I'm still ghosting him, pardon the irony there since you're supposed to be the ghost right now." They laughed half-heartedly. It sounded broken in a way that Batman knew well. This was definitely Dick sitting at the grave but coming to that conclusion didn't draw him out of the shadows. "Theresa is doing well. She's invited me to Thanksgiving since her kids aren't able to come till Christmas. I don't know how I'm gonna make anything. I might have to pick up some premade stuff." Batman didn't know a Theresa but he couldn't put it past his lost ward to make friends in a new city. "I uh I don't know if I can keep coming back here. I was thinking of making something at my place instead. Bruce could be anywhere and I don't want to see him." A shakey sigh followed. "It's my fault you're dead. I wish...I wish you guys never saved me. You'd all be better off if I was the one that died."

"Don't say that!" Batman suddenly shouted before he could stop himself. There was no way he was going to allow Dick to continue to think that life would be better without him. His outcry shocked the young hero to his feet and for the first time in a good while, Batman got a good look at him. 

Dick looked thin. Not deathly thin but thin enough to be noticeable. He was wearing a black suit with a blue V across his chest that stretched out to make blue lines go down his arms and end at two of his fingers. He wore a black domino mask that hid his eyes and his hair was a little longer, closer to a mullet now, especially with his natural curls. He hadn't grown any taller which if Batman wasn't in the mood he was now would've been rather funny. Dick looked like a spooked deer, the white lenses of his mask wide and his body tense like he was ready to run. His mouth opened and then closed again. Batman was just as clueless as to what to say.

"Clark's been looking for you," he decided to say. Dick hummed and glanced in the direction of Bludhaven.

"I know. He keeps flying over."

"You should talk to him." He shook his head and he looked so awfully young. "I-I know that I've been distant and that probably hasn't helped."

"I pushed you away. Needed to leave."

"Where are you staying?" Dick eyed him. "At least tell me it's safe and you've got the basics." He nodded. At least he had that. 

"Saving up for an apartment. Should be a cheap one soon." 

"You could come home."

"I can't. Tell that to Clark too. I need to be alone for a while and I know giving my record that's hard but I really can't watch everyone around me grieve for someone I helped kill."

"You didn't do anything."

"I did though, didn't I? I was selfish and made you lose focus-" he stopped himself from continuing. Instead, he just shook his head and began to walk away. 

"Dick," Batman called. He paused and turned his way. "Don't be a stranger."

"Give me time."

"Hey, I heard you're the new Robin," Nightwing greeted. Robin jumped having not heard him approach and whipped around with a nervous smile. He couldn't tell if the greeting was entirely friendly or if there was passive aggressiveness about it. Everyone knew Nightwing was the first Robin so he wasn't sure how happy he was about another replacement. All that fear went out the window when the man crouched down and offered his hand with a friendly smile. "Nice to meet you." Robin shook his hand, matching the smile. "B treating you okay?"

"Yeah, he's great."

"I'm glad to hear it. I'm Dick by the way." Robin pretended he didn't already know that from his very light totally not weird stalking he'd done of the family when he was younger. 

"I'm Tim. What brings you to Gotham?"

"You," he replied. "I wanted to let you know I'm here if you need anything. Us Robins gotta stick together."