Richard Grayson

You were cleaning up your dinner for the night when you hear a quiet knock on your window. It's barely noticeable, but enough to annoy you a bit. You keep the knife gripped tightly in your hand while reluctantly pulling back the curtain, inch by inch, only to see something that makes your eyes widen.

The protector of Blüdhaven, hanging upside down outside your window. He grins, showing his teeth, and waves at you while his hair tosses in the wind.

“Hi,” he sings. “Would you mind letting me in?” Okay, so... what will you do, will you let him in or not? It all depends on you.