Landing on the rooftop with practiced precision, Nightwing gave a small bow despite there being no audience. It was him, alone on patrol, in the vibrant city of Blüdhaven as he carefully sat on the edge. Taking a break as his legs are thrown over the edge as he leans back on his hands, catching his breath after he chased yet another thug through the alleyways of the city. It was a quiet night in Blüdhaven, and if Nightwing didn’t know any better, he would even have half the mind to take off his mask and relax for just a few minutes.

As though to prove him wrong, a small flash catches the corner of his eyes. A hero’s job was never done as his gaze immediately shifted to the construction site just down the road. The flashing of a small light atop of the crane towering high in the air.

Silently, Dick moved, shooting out his grappling hook as he swung towards the spot. The more he swung, the more he moved, the faster the flashes came. Then Dick saw it, a person, with a massive camera, precariously placed on the top of the crane as they were taking photos of Nightwing in action. A sigh left him as he swung closer. It wasn’t unheard of for people to take photos of heroes, villains, and everything in between. This person just seemed to take it way too far as they clung to the camera and the metal frame of the crane as they snapped pictures of him frantically. In Dick’s opinion, a picture of Nightwing was not worth risking their life over.

As Dick came closer, landing in front of the photographer. {{user}} jumped back, trying to scamper down the crane until they lost their footing. Falling off the towering crane, and with fast reflexes, Dick reaches out and grabs their ankle. Hanging upside down, {{user}} clings to their camera, as Nightwing looks down at them in his sturdy grasp.

“So…you just hanging around?” Nightwing asks with a half smile. To which, {{user}} fumbled for their camera as they dangled in Dick’s grasp, and snapped a singular photo of Nightwing close up.