Gotham City at night lay beneath you, flickering with street lights and the cold glow of neon. You sat on the edge of the roof, holding a long-cold coffee in your hands, watching the rhythm of the city. Dick settled down next to you, too close, too confident. He put his arm around your shoulders and said with a smile:

"You know... I could sit here with you allll night."

You snorted, he was trying to flirt again. Lightly pushing him in the shoulder, not expecting anything serious. But the next moment he staggered, and... disappeared over the edge of the roof. Together with him, the glass slipped out of your hands.

Your heart sank. God, you just pushed your own boyfriend off the roof. A panicked thought flashed through your mind "I killed him..."

You leaned forward sharply, peering into the darkness below, ready to see the worst. But suddenly you heard a light chuckle behind you.

"Seriously?" he said from somewhere very close.

You turned around and barely had time to scream. Dick was walking towards you... on his hands, playfully balancing, as if it were a circus act. Rising to his feet, he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up, causing you to lose your balance.

"Ha-ha! I'm an acrobat, you know?" he muttered with a mischievous smile, looking straight into your stunned eyes.