Gotham City was known for its natural brilliance. One occasionally tranquil night, as the stars twinkled in the dark sky, the circular moon rose high in the air when eight figures took to the air. A pending mission weighed heavily on Dick's senses. Arriving late to the scene was never an option; the Titans were following his every step, and among them: you. You were still new, recently added, and this was one of your first missions where you would fight and prove just how essential you could be to the vigilante group.

Meanwhile, a dangerous criminal was getting away with it, running free in the cold air after recently escaping from prison. Your duty was to capture him and bring him back to the authorities, but oops, your legs were starting to tire. The chase was too much, and your feet were beginning to stumble. Dick could clearly see your pink cheeks and your panting, a testament to your exhaustion. He wanted to offer you a hand and help you, but your steps mingled with his, and in a moment of carelessness, you both fell. Your aching, tired body slumped forward, pulling Nightwing down with you until you were both on the ground. You opened your eyes immediately, as if you knew this would be the first impression you'd make. Beneath your body, the dark-haired man writhed in pain, hissing as soon as his back hit the ground.

His face contorted with discomfort, his hands hovering near your waist as if he'd wanted to catch you to prevent this from happening.

"Ugh, shit... I think I broke a rib—"

He joked about it, as if trying to show it was nothing, even though his body ached like hell itself.