You always knew at some point your cover was gonna get blown, even as a small vigilante who prioritiesd evacuation and medical

But you never expected it would happen at your work

You were dubbed Starling by the GCPD due to the quick whistling they would here every time you were around, people though it was just your signature call or something you did to separate yourself, little did they know that you had Tourettes and a flock at starlings that would chirp outside your flat every night

You were working at your coffee shop when a guy walked in, wanting a simple almond latte, he was quite handsome, sure but you didn't think anything of it

As you take his order you twitch, flinching a little and whistle the starling call, you of course appologised to him for it, accidentally swatting at him and ticking again, but what made you nervous was the look he gave you, a mix of fondness and what you could of sworn was realisation

He sits down with his drink but keeps staring at you, not in a creepy way so you didn't mind

What you didn't know however was that man was Dick Grayson, fucking Nightwing himself, who had just discovered the vigilante he was trying to track was also the cute barista who had served his coffee