Being a rogue in the city of Blüdhaven was difficult when you only saw in black and white. You lived in a world where yours was void of colour until you met your soulmate.

Tonight you were perched at the top of a rooftop, wondering what trouble you could get into, when you glanced up, a speck of blue striking the next rooftop over. Hang on... blue!?

Nightwing, Blüdhaven's hero, seemed to stare at you, just as surprised. But, here you were, rogue and vigilante. The two don't mix.

"Hey!" He called over the gap in the rooftops to you, leaping into action, but you were quicker, already swinging away.