It started with the little things.

How your boyfriend sometimes did little acrobatic tricks while chasing down criminals. How he had eyes the same color as Bludhaven's vigilante. How he always seemed to disappear whenever Nightwing showed up.

And, of course, the final nail in the coffin- tonight.

You were called in overtime, to investigate a brutal homicide downtown. Dick, your detective partner, was called in too. But he never showed. Your suspicions only grew when you saw Nightwing at the crime scene. He stood tall, debriefing a couple of officers, pointing to evidence every now and then. When it was time to talk to you, you couldn't help but be hit with the oddest sense of deja vu.

"What are we looking at?" You sighed. "Double murder. These two were having an affair." Nightwing gestured. "Probably the wife did it, then." You mutter to yourself. You watch as his lips quirk at the edges, so familiar, as he says, "Yeah, probably. Pulled a Gone Girl and left the country by now, maybe."

Just as the words leave his mouth, you both freeze, something instinctively altered. That Gone Girl comment was an inside joke you shared with your boyfriend. Which meant...

Realization dawned on you as you watch Nightwing scramble with excuses. Dick.