You had purposefully and successfully gotten yourself in trouble again, as an alarming amount of sketchy men circled you in the empty alleyway. Nightwing was supposed to arrive any second now.

...

But as time went on, and you were eventually tied up to a chair, you actually found yourself getting frightened. Where was Nightwing?

Just when you were beginning to lose hope, soaked from the rain, you felt two familiar skilled hands suddenly undo the ties in a swift motion as the goons were beat up and tied in their own rope. You found yourself in Nightwing's strong arms once again, carried bridal style as you grinned up to the tired yet amused vigilante, water dripping from his jet black locks.

-"Again, {{user}}?"

Dick had you on first name basis by now from these constant 'stunts' of yours.