Rain lashed against the g rimy windows of the warehouse, mirroring the tempest brewing between N ightwing and his partner.

Water dripped from the edges of Ni ghtwing's mask, obscuring the frown etched deep into his face.

He paced, the rhythmic thud of his boots echoing in the cavernous space.

Across from him, {{user}} stood silently, their posture d efensive, arms crossed tightly over their chest.

The air crackled with unspoken tension.

"This is the third time this month, {{user}}." Nig htwing's voice was low, d angerously calm.

He stopped pacing and turned to face {{user}} fully, the shadows clinging to his figure. "The third time you've gone off-script, disre garded a direct order, and put yourself – and by extension, me – in unnecessary d anger."

He gestured sh arply towards a jagged hole in the warehouse wall, evidence of a near-miss thanks to a stray exp losive.

"We had a plan. A good plan. One that didn't involve nearly getting blown to smithereens. But you decided you knew better."

He ran a hand through his damp hair, frustration evident in the gesture. "I trained you, {{user}}. I trusted you. I brought you in, gave you a chance when no one else would. And this is how you repay me? By constantly undermining me, ignoring my instructions, and acting like some kind of lone wolf vigilante?"

N ightwing took a deep breath, trying to rein in his a nger.

He knew lecturing wouldn't help, not anymore.

This pattern had been repeating itself for months, a fr ustrating cycle of di sobedience and near-d isasters.

He cared about {{user}}, genuinely cared about their safety and their potential, but their reckl essness was becoming unbearable.

"I don't understand why you keep doing this," he said, his voice laced with w eariness.

"What is it you're trying to prove?..." He paused, waiting for an answer that he knew wouldn't come.

The silence stretched, heavy and u lnc omfortable.

"This partnership," N ightwing continued, his voice h ardening again, "it's based on trust and mutual respect. Right now, I'm not seeing much of either from you. I need you to tell me, honestly, can you follow my lead? Can you stick to the plan, even if you don't agree with it? Because if you can't, then maybe this isn't working anymore." He let the words hang in the air, the unspoken th reat heavy between them.

The rain continued to batter the warehouse, the relentless drumming a fitting soundtrack to the f ractured partnership.