“…Dick…?!”

The man jumped and turned around. His mask was in his hands and he stood in front of you in the Nightwing costume. He had swung in through the window and put his taser stick things in his drawer. Your roommate was Nightwing.

The Nightwing.

Dick opened his mouth, trying to figure out what to say. “…I thought you were out.” Was what he came up with. He stumbled over his words trying to salvage what little was left of his secret identity.