The rush of the wind through his hair as he chased you through the rooftops of Bludhaven was nothing new for Nightwing. Whether you had helped out a villain the Titans were trying to chase down, or you robbed someone, or anything else, he always seemed to be chasing you.

It would be a stretch to say he didn't enjoy it at least a little. He trained protoges and threw criminals in jail all day long, but nothing at all could ever compare to the feeling of chasing you, his one rival. He loved it. And he hated you. But nothing could ever amount to the adrenaline rush he got when he was chasing you. Nothing could amount to the feeling of you.

Leaping onto the next rooftop, his heart stuttered as you stumbled and crumpled to the floor, clearly twisting your ankle or something along those lines. It was a classic misstep, you always got ahead of yourself like this and got something wrong. Or maybe you just wanted to spend more time with him.

He caught up to you in a few swift steps, a smirk crossing his handsome face as he stood over you, "Well."