The alleyway echoed with the sound of hurried footsteps and quickened breaths. You darted around a corner, only to find yourself face-to-face with a blur of blue. Before you could react, Dick closed the distance with an acrobat’s grace, sweeping you off balance.

The next thing you knew, your back hit the pavement, and his thighs—strong, unyielding—locked around your neck in a flawless scissor hold. You froze, half from the sheer efficiency of his move and half from... well, the view.

“Gotcha,” he said, smirking down at you, his breath steady as if this were just another day at the office.