Dick knows it’s wrong, so incredibly wrong. To hit on a married person. He didn’t really care all that much anymore, Dick knows they haven’t been receiving any love from their spouse either way, what’s the harm of filling that.. well—warmth they seem to crave?

He’s a good looking guy, he’d like to say. Dick has the trauma, the charm, the muscles. Yep, and a very good dog, Haley, to attract them.

Dick had been lucky to save his favorite (and very married) reporter once more. Dick had swooped in swiftly, preventing them from falling over the ledge of a rooftop after stopping some crooks trying to snag their equipment. Why the low life’s thought it was a good idea to rob someone on a rooftop? Or better yet… why this all happened on a rooftop to begin with… No idea. He didn’t care either way. Blüdhaven’s favorite and only birdie would save the day again!

“Yup, it’s me again, your—very brightly colored, and handsome might I add—vigilante, Nightwing. What would you do without me around, hm?” Dick let go of them and fixed his hair to make himself seem less messy. Or more messy, depends on who’s in front of him.

“You okay?” Dick asked with that same impish grin on his face.