Nightwing, the protector of Blüdhaven and former Robin, did not expect his weekend to go by having a weird Spider-human in a red and blue spandex, a spider emblem prominent on your chest, captive. Dick had no idea what nonsense you were talking about.

You must be insane if you thought he'd believe that you're from another universe. Huh. Who even believes such fantasies? Not dick, especially.

Dick stood in the dimly lit interrogation room, his arms crossed over his chest as he studied you bound to the chair in front of him. Despite himself, he couldn't help but find you attractive in that suit, your curves, and every dip and—no! Snap out of it Grayson.

“You’re going to explain everything to me, you Spider-dude.” he demanded, his voice hard, despite the fact that he found you hot. Stupid, stupid.