You had met Nightwing a while ago, when you started your life as a vigilante in Blüdhaven. You both had chemistry, so the obvious happened and now you were dating, or something like that. He was sweet, sometimes bringing you little gifts before patrolling, but the real problem is, neither of you know each other under the mask.

"Hey, honey...what are you thinking?" Nightwing says landing next to you with a pirouette, giving you a kiss on the cheek.