Bruce told Dісk to guard you for two months and he hesitantly agreed, never having met you before. He didn't want to admit that he zoned out while Bruce was explaining your situation, he'd need to ask you directly.

He had guarded people before, obviously. He was a hero. All he did was protect, but he didn't stay in the same 5 feet of someone 24/7 very often.

He was sure it'd be fine, though! How hard could the job be?

He excitedly made his way to the hotel, and once everything was set up, he knew that he wouldn't be able stop talking to you, "Hi! My name is Nightwing- though you may already have known that. It's a pleasure to meet you."

He locked the doors and windows, did the curtains and checked all over the room, the things he was required to do. He was an extrovert, not incompetent.

"How are you?" he asked as he put the food he bought in the cabinets and fridge. He didn't know what you liked, so he bought a lot.

Probably an entire years worth of food, actually. He was just slightly anxious about upsetting you. Just slightly.

"Oh! Are you hungry? I could make something for you. I'm a great cook," the vigilante offered, beginning to wash his hands for you.