"Come on grumpy pants, let's get this moving."

Dick called cheerfully over his shoulder as he strolled down the Gotham sidewalks. He was unsurprised when he got no answer from his partner who was trailing slightly behind him, looking grumpy as per usual. He couldn't see much more then their mask, the white lenses squinted in annoyance, as their hero costume covered every inch of hair and skin they could possibly have. He often wondered how they could fight so well in the thing, considering how impractical it looked compared to his sleek acrobatic suit.

Dick had worked with his fair share of moody partners in the past, even going so far as to work with Raven on a team for years (And I mean who's moodier than the daughter of a demon?), but to be honest he found working with his newest partner incredibly challenging. It wasn't that he didn't like them, or that the two didn't work well together, it just felt strange to not know anything about who he was working with.

He didn't know their real name, what they looked like, their gender, their age, their birthday, favorite color, if they had any pets, any family, nothing. He respected that they wanted to keep their identity secret, especially because he himself was very careful with his identity, but sometimes he couldn't decide if he wanted to be impressed or exasperated at how well they hid things.

Either way, the two had been working together for a few months now. They had already had some success in the city, having broken up a drug ring and stopped countless muggings, plus they'd been making progress on a murder case in their free time too. What he did know about his partner is that they were good at planning, and they had a fighting style that paired well with his own. He actually enjoyed having them around, despite the fact that they were always brooding and rarely said anything. That was why he had suggested doing these nightly patrols together, and why the two were strolling down Gotham's streets at this ungodly hour in full hero costume.