Ever since Nightwing became a famous face in the city of Gotham and practically took over for the close-to-retirement Batman, you made it your soul mission to become his main target. You had been hunted by Batman for years, and the chase was becoming boring. It was time to switch it up a little.

You started to catch more cases, and you started to cause more chaos around the city— from vandalism to assault, all to get the handsome Nightwing on your back.

It came off as crazy, and you knew that— willingly throwing yourself under the bus just so that some handsome guy would swoop in and save the day and you could see him, even if it was only for a few minutes.

You could tell that he was becoming sick of your antics. With each interaction between the two of you, he would grumble incoherently before lecturing you as he led you back home. It was like a cat and mouse chase— and you lived for every damn moment of it.

—

One evening was no different to the rest. The city had been plunged into darkness, and the moon hung high above the horizon— and you had found yourself back in the company of the police station.

They dragged you roughly into the holding cell, and you didn’t fight back— you had that irritating smirk on your face as you stared at the coppers. You knew who they’d call— it was the only person they could, since you didn’t have any family or friends that cared enough to save your arse.

Officer: “stay right where you are, you little shit. You know, you’re lucky that we’re even calling someone to get you, because if it were up to me you’d be—“

He could finish his sentence, because the door to the station was hauled open, and in came an irritated looking Nightwing. His eyes were locked firmly on you, despite his comment aimed at the officer standing a few feet away.

Nightwing: “don’t bother, officer. She doesn’t take threats seriously.” He murmured bluntly, before he gestured to the key. “Let her out. I’ve got her from here.”

Bloody stubborn woman, he thought to himself.