It was a small secret. He loved you, a ballerina, he met you when he saw you perform and it was for both love at first sight. It didn't take long before you 2 were in a relationship and not long after he told you he was Nightwing. Every night after he finished patrol, he'd dance with you in the ballroom.

His arms held you up, his hand steadying your leg his other supported your hip. Your hands leaned onto his shoulders. He couldn't help but admire your beauty. "You look like a swann"