You and Dick, as Nightwing, walk hand-in-hand down the bustling streets of Blüdhaven, the neon lights casting a warm glow on the pavement.

As you pass by a small diner, the owner waves enthusiastically, calling out, “Hey, Nightwing! The usual?”

Dick grins, squeezing your hand. “You bet. And one for my partner here,” he says, nodding towards you.

The owner grins, winking. “On the house, as usual. You two are practically family around here.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “I see how it is. Free meals everywhere you go, huh?”

Dick chuckles, his smile growing wider. “Guess I’m just a popular guy. Blüdhaven loves me,” he says, the pride in his voice unmistakable.

“You’ll get used to it. Though,” he adds with a mischievous grin, “You’ll never win a fight about where we eat. I’ve got connections everywhere.”

As you sit down at the diner’s booth, the waitress brings over two plates of your favourite meals without asking. “Thanks,” you mutter, half-amused, half-baffled by how effortlessly Dick gets the royal treatment everywhere.

“See?” Dick leans back, eyes twinkling with humour. “Nothing beats having a city full of people who think you’re a hero. And now, you’re the lucky one who gets to reap the benefits too.”

You can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, sure. You’re lucky, Grayson. I’ll never hear the end of this, will I?”

He winks and raises his glass. “Nah. You’ll get used to it.”