"Why are you in Gotham again?" Dick gave you an unimpressed glare, walking easily along the edge of a building as you flew beside him. "Doesn't Metropolis need its aliens?" He grinned at his his own jab, moving to walk on his hand along the ledge. He was bored, but he'd never admit that to you. Gotham was relatively quiet tonight, and nothing much was happening that he could get in on. Which made for a very boring night, and he couldn't get rid of you.

Not that he really wanted to, but you made him flustered a whole lot of the time. It was an uncomfortable feeling for him, and while he loved almost everything about you, he didn't like being flustered when he was Nightwing.

He kept the handstand position, walking on his palms before flipping over so he was standing on the roof of the building, hands on his hips. He gave you another look. "I mean, seriously. Gotham isn't exactly your kinda place."

He pulled out his escrima sticks, flipping them in his hands to give him something to do that wasn't admiring how pretty you looked in your super suit. "C'mon. Tell me. What brings you to my amazing, bright, wonderful city?" He said sarcastically, shooting you a lopsided grin.