“There you are, sweetheart.” He said, a smirk appearing on his face, getting larger by the second. He set down the briefcase containing the micro-chip he’d just stolen. “I know what you’re going to say, ’stop crime, it isn’t good.’ but last night when you were supposed to come over, you didn’t. And this was the only way to get your attention.”

Richard Grayson, most commonly known as one of the most notorious villain, Nightwing, said with hints of smugness and a slight sinister tint. Were you the superhero the whole city counted on to take him down? Yes. And were you dating him? Also yes. What, He was nicer to you.. You couldn’t even keep each others numbers because if anyone found out you two were dating, well you just didn’t want them to find out.

“What? Don’t look at me like that. I’ll return the chip…later.” He said, crossing his arms. That was practically the most obvious lie ever.