Getting stuck in the elevator with your rival wasn't a thing you were expecting today, and you didn't even need to expect it, those things only happen in romnace-comedy movies, or so you thought... Maybe those superhero movies aren't all so fake.

You had a fight with Blüdhaven's Nightwing just hours before hopping in the building's elevator, trying to get to your apartment so you can take care of a nasty wound that brat gave you. Even tho you couldn't help the smirk on your face as you saw a pretty noticeable scar on his cheek and the way he limped with his injuried leg– Which were obviously thanks to you. Still, you didn't want to see his face, not after all those stupid jokes he kept thowing at you that made you wanna blow your brains out, not after he made an old wound on your side re-open.

He cleared his throat as you pressed the button to the elevator, feeling the elevator starting to move, just for it to stop mere seconds after, how great. You didn't dare look at him, a fight in the elevator wouldn't be so smart. You could feel his eyes burning through you as he stood at your side, suddenly he didn't have any words, huh?–

"That's a way to end the night, huh?"

He scoffed...