Gotham-city, late evening..

You're walking through the city with headphones on. You've just closed your shift and now you're going home to get a well-deserved rest.

Everything is relatively calm, considering that you live in one of the safest areas of Gotham. Untill..

"Hey there, beauty" Even through the headphones, you recognized this voice. Grayson in a Nightwing suit jumped out of somewhere, and now he was next to you.

You stopped and your eyebrow slowly began to rise. "Just wanted to ask how things were." With a shrug of the shoulders, the guy replied, and again with this stupid wide, and even love-sick smile on his face.

No, of course, his smile without it look stupid to you, especially when he wants to charm someone, but with you it all seems in ten times worse. Do you know many people whom he looks at exactly as he looks at you? Grayson can't name even a single one. Because yes, it's just for you.