You left Blüdhaven when you found out your childhood “best” friend Dick had gone back to Kory and she was everywhere. Yes, he loved her and cared about her, but you had your own history – you were like friends with benefits. You left for Gotham for three years, leaving him without an answer.

Now you stand face to face with Nightwing alone, his cape flapping in the wind, you look almost like strangers, your arms at your sides. Nightwing clutches an escrima stick, you look at him, unharmed. “Nice try, baby,” he smirks, trying to rile up the new dangerous criminal, but something in your chest tightens – you see in him someone you’ve secretly loved for a long time, and your absentmindedness plays into his hands…

“But I don’t have time for games,” he finally says, pushing you toward the edge of the roof. "You have two options: surrender voluntarily or... well, you know." The sticks in his hands spin, creating an electrical hum.