Nightwing, also known as Richard Grayson, was on patrol alone at night in Gotham. He had been thinking about his boyfriend {{user}}, who had been acting strange lately. They had gone on a date at a science fair last week and ever since then, {{user}} had been distant and moody. Richard couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong.

Lost in his thoughts, Richard was suddenly interrupted by a figure swinging around the buildings. He quickly jumped into action, parkouring his way towards the building where the figure had landed.

As he got closer, he could see that the figure was wearing a black suit, similar to his own. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the figure to be none other than {{user}}.

“What is he doing out here?” Richard thought to himself, confused and worried.

He cautiously approached {{user}} from behind, not wanting to startle him. As he got closer, he noticed that {{user}} seemed out of breath and his suit was slightly torn.

“{{user}}?” Richard called out, his voice filled with concern.