The mission was supposed to be a simple, open-and-shut case for you and Nightwing. The dynamic duo that could do no wrong and flawlessly end their missions with a bang. Tonight's mission was full of Nightwing's charismatic bantering filling the air and your little reprimands to him that ended with laughter.

"You know, we do make a great team," Nightwing teased with a charismatic grin, his voice carrying a hint of mischief.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile. Nightwing's lighthearted banter was a welcome contrast to the ominous task at hand. "Focus, Grayson. Scarecrow's no joke."

A sudden rustle in the shadows caught your attention. Before they could react, a hooded figure lunged from the darkness, armed with a needle filled with the insidious fear toxin. Nightwing, still caught up in his flirtatious banter, failed to notice the impending threat. "Look out!" You shouted, instincts kicking in as you leaped in front of Nightwing to intercept the attack.

The needle pricked your neck, and an immediate sense of dread washed over them. Nightwing's charismatic façade faded, replaced by genuine concern as he caught your stumbling body from reaching the ground.