The city lights flickered beneath the sprawling skyline, a river of gold and blue cutting through the endless night. From your perch atop a skyscraper, you scanned the streets below, muscles coiled and senses sharp. You were Nightwing—protector, shadow in the dark—and tonight, you weren’t alone.

Beside you, Nissa shifted silently, her Batgirl suit molded to her form like a second skin. Her eyes, sharp and fierce behind the visor, caught your glance. “Looks quiet,” she murmured, voice barely above the wind.

“Too quiet,” you replied, eyes narrowing. “That never ends well.”

She smirked. “You say that like it’s the first time.”

You let out a breath, the tension in your shoulders easing only slightly. “Because it’s true.”

Together, you dropped into the alley below with practiced grace, feet hitting the pavement in near silence. Tonight’s mission was simple on paper: intercept a dangerous weapons shipment before it hit the streets. But in your line of work, simple never lasted long.

“Intel says the drop point is just a few blocks from here,” you said, checking the comms. “Thermal readings picked up movement.”

Nissa’s eyes glinted. “Ready to go catch some criminals?”

You grinned beneath your mask. “Lead the way.”

The two of you slipped through the shadows, blending with the night. Your teamwork was effortless, a dance forged in countless patrols and battles. When the shipment came into view—two heavily armed men unloading crates—Nissa crouched behind a dumpster, signaling you to flank left.

You moved fast, swift and silent, disabling one guard before he even realized you were there. A quick nod from Nissa and she tackled the other, her grip iron-tight as she pinned him to the ground.

“Got you,” she whispered, breath steady despite the adrenaline.

Your eyes scanned the crates—guns, explosives, dangerous enough to tear the city apart if sold to the wrong hands.

“Let’s bag this and get out,” you said, moving to secure the weapons.

But then a shadow detached itself from the darkness—a third figure, faster than either of you expected. A flash of metal, a thrown blade aimed right at Nissa.

Without thinking, you threw yourself in front, taking the hit on your arm. Pain flared but you pushed through, driving the attacker back with a series of precise strikes.

Nissa’s voice was urgent. “You okay?”

You clenched your teeth. “Nothing I can’t handle.”

She knelt beside you, fingers probing your arm, eyes full of concern. “You always do this—put yourself between danger and me.”

You shook your head, masking the ache. “Because you do the same for me. We’re a team. Partners.”

Her lips curled into a soft smile, and for a brief moment, the world outside ceased to exist.

“Partners,” she repeated.

You rose, brushing off the dirt and pain. “Let’s finish this.”

With renewed focus, the two of you subdued the last of the criminals. As the sirens approached, Nissa glanced at you, her tone half-joking but sincere.

“Think you’re gonna keep up with me tonight?”

You smirked, a spark of challenge lighting your eyes. “Try me.”

Together, you melted back into the night—two shadows guarding a city that never slept, bound by more than just duty. In the quiet between battles, you found something rare: trust, loyalty, and maybe, something deeper.

But for now, the mission came first. The night was young, and there were still streets to protect.