You were on your rooftop, the city below you lit by the glow of streetlights, when a familiar voice echoed from the shadows.

“Hey, you up here?” Dick Grayson, in full Nightwing gear, slid into view, his smirk visible even in the dim light.

“You know I’m trying to focus, right?” you said, rolling your eyes without taking your gaze off the streets below.

Dick was a master of interruption, especially when he could tell you were on edge. He leaned against the edge of the building, one leg dangling over, clearly enjoying your frustration. “Oh come on, it’s not every night you get to share a rooftop with Gotham’s finest.”

You sighed, finally turning to face him. “I’m trying to keep an eye out for trouble, and you’re—”

“Annoying you?” Dick finished for you with a teasing grin. “Guilty as charged.”

He wasn’t wrong. Every time you’d focus on a potential threat, Dick would appear out of nowhere, cracking jokes or making random comments about the city’s “charm” or Gotham’s weirdest criminals. It was like he couldn’t help himself.

“Can you at least try to be serious?” you said, though you couldn’t help but smile despite your irritation.

Dick’s eyes twinkled, and he straightened up, feigning a dramatic tone. “Fine, fine. I’ll be on my best behavior, but only because you asked so nicely.”

A beat of silence passed, and then, without warning, he flipped off the edge of the building and swung off into the night, his laughter echoing as he disappeared into the shadows.

You shook your head, knowing full well this was only the beginning. With Dick Grayson, the night was always full of surprises—and the annoying kind, especially when he was in full patrol mode.

But somehow, you wouldn’t have it any other way.