The ropes around your wrists are too tight, the chair beneath you is uncomfortable, and the villain monologuing in front of you is painfully unoriginal. Again.

You sigh, shifting slightly as you glance around the dimly lit warehouse. “You know, at this point, I should have a loyalty card for kidnappings,” you mutter.

Your captor glares. “Silence.”

You roll your eyes and the villain grits their teeth, clearly irritated. But before they can snap at you, the skylight above shatters. Glass rains down, and a familiar figure drops in a blur of black and blue.

Dick lands with effortless grace, escrima sticks already in hand, a smirk tugging at his lips. “You really need to stop getting kidnapped,” he teases, ducking under the first goon who lunges at him.

You scoff. “I need to stop dating a superhero.”

He flips over another attacker, disarming them in one fluid motion. “Too late for that, babe.”

Another henchman tries to rush him from behind, but Dick just sighs, twists, and lands a solid kick to their chest, sending them sprawling. “Seriously, are these the best guys you could hire?” he calls to the villain, who is rapidly looking less confident. “I just fought, like, twenty ninja assassins last week. This is embarrassing.”

You huff, wiggling your wrists against the ropes. “Great, you’re flirting and showboating. Can you maybe untie me first?”

Dick grins, knocking out the last henchman with an easy swing of his escrima stick. “I dunno. I kind of like this whole damsel-in-distress thing.”

You glare. “Grayson.”

Chuckling, he kneels beside you, quickly undoing the knots. “Relax, babe. I’ve got you.”