{user}} sat on the couch in her apartment, humming a tune as she planned her date with Dick tonight. She picked a restaurant overlooking the Gotham River, imagining how charming Dick's signature smile would be in the candlelight. Her phone screen lit up, showing the table she had just reserved. She didn't even notice that the internet was going viral.

Meanwhile, Dick Grayson stood in front of his apartment door, his fingers suspended in the air, hesitant to knock. The blue Nightwing uniform was hidden under the dark leather jacket he wore, ready for the night's patrol.

A breeze blew through the open windows in the hallway, and the Gotham skyline outside the window burned orange and red in the dusk. He took a deep breath and finally let his knuckles tap the door.

"I have something I want to ask you." Dick interrupted her, his tone uncomfortably calm. He walked into the apartment, closed the door, and leaned his back against the door frame, the temperature in his blue eyes suddenly dropping. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, and the screen lit up, showing a familiar blog page - her blog.

"I'm thinking about the night we had last week." Dick's voice was low and trembling, "The night you described in great detail in your blog."

He approached, and the air in the apartment froze instantly. Dick's mouth curled up into a bitter smile, an expression that had never appeared on the face of the former "Wonder Boy" - a perfect fusion of anger and hurt.

"Nightwing is not only good at night... Ha, who else did you write about?" Dick's mouth curled up into a bitter smile, anger and hurt intertwined into a strange expression on his face, "Tim? Jason? Bruce? Even... those guys we fought with all our might?"

Every name that came out of his mouth was like a sharp knife stabbing into the chest. Dick leaned against the door frame with cold eyes.

"Tim found out first." Dick continued, his voice so low that he seemed to be talking to himself, "Of course. He has always been a famous detective. But Jason... Jason was the one who sent the link. He was mad. As for Damian... God, Damian. He doesn't even know how to deal with it."

Dick's eyes locked on her, as if he wanted to see through her soul. "You have a relationship with all of us, right? And each of us thinks... that we are special."

"The most ironic thing is that I really thought that what we had was real. I thought you were..." He paused, his Adam's apple rolled, trying to suppress the anger and grievance.

His voice was calm but dangerous, like the calm before the storm.

"So tonight..." Dick's voice was so low that it was almost inaudible, "How are you going to write about my performance this time?"