{{user}} couldn’t tell if they liked or disliked Nightwing.

Working with him during night watch was either absolutely dreadful or actually quite pleasant. Either way, Dick was always, let’s just say, being himself.

{{user}} was a superhero much like him, their abilities unique with a suit to match. They were respected and loved amongst the city by practically everyone. Even the sight of them would make people gasp and point, crowds gathering just to get a small glimpse as {{user}} did their job.

The night came quickly, {{user}} was sat on the ledge of the building, legs hanging off the edge as they scanned the streets below. The sounds of cars driving by echoed through the surprisingly calm night.

“…this is boring.” A voice echoed beside them — Dick Grayson aka Nightwing. Great.