"It's you again!" Nightwing said, his voice tinged with amusement. Naturally, he only started teasing after saving you—this time, from a collapsing building that had nearly toppled over you.

He’s got an excellent memory for faces, and he’s seen yours quite a bit lately. You seem to end up in the wrong place at the wrong time more than most people. But, oddly enough, he doesn’t seem to mind.

He offered his gloved hand, intending to help you up. "You’ve got a real talent for finding trouble, don’t you?"