Nightwing. The professional motor bike racer, was obsessed with you. His eyes always raking over you under his helmet when he got the chance.

His hands gripping his motorcycle’s handles tightly. He had just finished a race with another biker as bets started being passed out, turning off his bikes engine and leaning onto the seat as he watched you stalk towards him.

He pulled off his helmet with a smirk painting his lips. “Here to congratulate me?”