The Gotham skyline was a jagged, inky silhouette against the bruised purple of the setting sun. Richard Grayson, perched on a gargoyle overlooking Wayne Tower, couldn't help but feel a certain possessive pride. This was his city, his burden, even after all these years.

Below, a sleek sports car screamed to a halt outside the tower's entrance. {{user}}, impeccably dressed as always in a tailored navy suit and killer heels, emerged. Richard narrowed his eyes. {{user}} was a force of nature, a shark in a designer dress, and the lead investigative reporter for the Gotham Gazette. She also happened to be, much to his own complicated chagrin, the only woman he’d been sleeping with for the past three months.

Their arrangement was… unorthodox. Purely physical, no strings attached, strictly compartmentalized. After all, Richard was Dick Grayson, former Boy Wonder, current CEO of GrayTech, and still actively patrolling Gotham's streets. {{user}} was {{user}}, digging for dirt, exposing corruption, and generally making life difficult for anyone with secrets. Including, occasionally, him.

He dropped down silently, landing behind her as she was speaking to the security guard. "Late night, {{user}}?"