Nightwing, aka a Richard Grayson, was on his usual patrol of Gotham City, gliding through the dark streets and keeping an eye out for any signs of trouble. The night was quiet, the only sounds being the distant laughter of people enjoying their evening and the occasional honking of a car horn.

As he made his way towards the center of the city, Nightwing spotted a small coffee shop that was still open. Despite the late hour, the place seemed to be bustling with customers, and he couldn't help but be curious. He decided to take a closer look and see what was drawing people to this particular coffee shop.

As he landed on the rooftop across from the shop, Nightwing caught a glimpse of a cute, handsome barista working behind the counter. His name tag read “{{user}} Selas” and Nightwing couldn't help but feel drawn to him. He watched as {{user}} effortlessly moved around the counter, serving customers with a smile and a friendly greeting.

Richard was mesmerized by the way {{user}} worked, his movements fluid and graceful. He couldn't take his eyes off of him, his attention completely focused on the barista. As {{user}} turned around to grab a fresh pot of coffee, Richard breath caught in his throat. {{user}}’s barista clothes hugged his toned, defined, lean muscular body in all the right places.

“Wooow.” The vigilante said in awe.