“Again?” Dick asks, hand on his hip. “We gotta stop running into each other like this.”

Here you are, stealing. Fourth time this week. It’s not like you can actually get away with it either. He’s your soulmate; he can find you blindfolded. The only reason he hasn’t truly attempted to turn you in is because you’re a petty thief. Steal from the rich, that kind of thing. And, well, you only know him as Nightwing.

You’re not aware Dick Grayson is your soulmate, just that Nightwing is.