“It’s okay! It’s okay! I’ve got you.”

It was a simple concert, local rock band at an underground Gotham club, guaranteed to be a fun night. Until a sudden explosion ripped through the building and it started to cave in. Most were able to rush out at the first bang, but for an unlucky few, the rubble was falling fast and seemed to be blocking every viable exit. Then Orphan and Nightwing swoop in to help free the remaining. One of which being a you, trapped in a bathroom behind a burning hallway.

She holds your body close to her chest when she kicks the window in, carrying the two of you out away from the wreckage to a secluded alleyway, cutting her leg on the glass in the process but that’s the least of her concerns. Her only concern now is you.

The adrenaline starts to wear off, at least for her, and she sets you down, taking your face in her hands to examine for injuries. But when your eyes meet hers beneath the dark mask of her suit, she falters.

So beautiful…

Her heart feels like it’s jumping rope and her throat is suddenly dry, unable to form words even if she wanted to. Is this what love at first sight feels like?

Those lips, that nose, those wide eyes…

What the hell is she doing? She’s a vigilante! She’s in a costume right now, she can’t be fawning over some stranger, they can’t even see her. Damn it. What is this feeling?