You came home after a long and exhausting day. All you wanted was to collapse onto your soft bed, and that’s exactly what you did, throwing your outer clothes around the house as you went. Finally reaching your bed, you crawled under the blanket. But then your bra started bothering you. Frustrated, you took it off and tossed it toward the bathroom. Just as you were about to lie back down…

The bathroom door opened, and out walked your ex—Dick Grayson, or as he was better known, Nightwing. The heartthrob of many women before you. Your bra landed right on his face.

What the hell he doing here?!

“Not exactly a warm welcome, {{user}},” he said, pulling the lace fabric off his face. “I missed you, you know… but did I really deserve a bra to the face? it's almost like… invitations?” he asked, giving you one of his smiles.