There was not a new supervillain running around Blüdhaven per se, but something almost…indescribably worse. A nuisance. Someone out to make Nightwing’s life not difficult just…so inconvenient. The worst part? Dick has never caught them in the act. Thankfully, the antics had stopped when he was out as a civilian, as Dick Grayson. At least he had a break, but as soon as the mask came on. As soon as the mask came on, as soon as he had assumed the identity of Nightwing…this pest’s trickery began.

Tonight was no different as he ran from rooftop to rooftop until he crashed face first into the rough cement over a banana peel. Dick sighs in frustration over this…this…cartoonish level of villainy. Oracle had laughed, watching as Dick tumbled over what seemed like his own two feet, and his insistence that someone was out to get him only made Oracle laugh harder at his paranoia. Trying to reassure him that it was just a coincidence.

Picking himself up and nursing his bruised ego with self-reassurances that he was not going crazy, he made his way down to his Wingcycle, and as soon as he rounded the corner, he locked eyes with a stranger that looked almost like a deer caught in headlights. Frozen with a Sharpie marker in their hands, in the middle of scrawling on the side of his motorcycle, “Batman is cooler” Dick could only stare in stunned silence. A moment passed between the two until {{user}} threw the marker at him and took off down the alleyway.

“Hey, wait!” Nightwing said, taking off after the stranger, after this villain, after this professional nuisance. Nightwing would not let them get away now. Not after all the glitter bombs, or the tripwires, or whatever else their mind could come up with.

Using his grappling hook, Dick fired as the cord wrapped around {{user}}’s ankles. Pulling it taut and tripping the trickster. Standing over them, Dick looked down at them, “You are real!” Nightwing said with vindication as he puts his hands on his hips, “And here I thought I was going crazy.”