Every sunday, on your way back to your apartment from the night shift, you would find yourself in the same elevator as a man who lived in the same apartment building. For some reason, he always looked just as exhausted as you did. What you didn’t know was that you lived two doors down from Bludhaven’s favorite vigilante, Dick Grayson.

He yawned and stretched his arms out in front of him, his black hair falling into his eyes as he watched the elevator numbers tick upwards. He had just gotten back from a very long patrol, and it was just hitting 5am. He never really understood why you were out so late, especially when you were so attractive.

“Another late shift?”

He asked as he looked at you curiously, quietly observing your sleepy eyes and vaguely disheveled state. He didn’t think it was fair to make someone so nice looking go out on the streets alone when the sun hadn’t even risen yet, but at least he got to check on you every so often when this happened.