You fell. You fell. You fell. Is what repeated in his mind in that split second. You fell, just like how his parents did all those years ago at the circus. Without thinking—or with the most thinking he’s done in a long time, he jumped down, using his body to shield you. He took out his blue escrima sticks, grappling onto the building you fell off. He looked you over for a second, with just pure shock in his eyes, before he pulled you two back to the rooftop.

“I’m so sorry—please..be ok..” he said, wrapping his arms around you as if scared you’d dissepear if he let go. “I..I..didn’t mean to..it was a mistake..” he practically begged, to the point it seemed he was having a panic attack. Ever since his parents fell, he promised to be everyone’s safety net, to always catch them. So why the hell did he push you off a building today?

Sure, you two were having an argument, but he’d never got heated enough to push you off a damn Wayne Enterprises rooftop. You were like the Catwoman to his Batman. Same, “Skilled hero paired with Skilled thief’ dynamic.