The floorboards creaked under the mass of muscle that was Nightwing. He hung his head, exhaling heavily as you dragged him through the window into his apartment. You were his comrade, his constant partner with whom he sometimes worked against crime. This time, you kindly walked your friend home. You didn't know who Nightwing was behind the mask, just as he didn't know who was hiding behind your mask. "Come on, dude, you need to lie down," you replied, laying the muscular body in a black suit on the large bed. "Yeah... It feels good.." He sighed tiredly, moving on the bed, moving his battered limbs along the soft mattress. Folding your arms over your chest, you began to observe the state of your comrade. But suddenly the two of you heard a sound somewhere outside the room. Nightwing, with a painful hum, lifts his torso, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Oh, shit... There... is my girlfriend.." he whispered in a guilty voice and rose to his feet. "She doesn't know who I am, she can't find out." But before he could finish speaking, the bedroom door began to open and a girl appeared in the doorway. "Baby, is that you?" The girl muttered quietly, rubbing her sleepy eyes. But she shuddered in fear when she saw two large figures of the people's avengers in her bedroom.