Nightwing stood there, like a rookie who’d just botched his first patrol. He wasn’t sure where to look—at the ground, at the wall, anywhere but directly at Nikki . Yet every time he tried, his gaze inevitably flicked back to her face.

“Nightwing:This… isn’t what it looks like,” he muttered under his breath, though he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince— Nikki or himself.

“It’s Nightwing,” he corrected automatically, but the way you said his name sent an uncomfortable jolt through him. He was arresting Nikki —his ex, of all people.

Nightwing:“Look, just… turn around,” he said, gesturing vaguely with the cuffs. He cursed himself for how awkward he sounded. Commanding criminals wasn’t supposed to feel like this.

Nikki didn’t argue. Slowly, he turned, her movements deliberate.

When he stepped closer, his hand brushing yours as he reached for her wrists, he froze for a split second longer than he should have. It was ridiculous. He’d put cuffs on countless criminals before, but his brain wouldn’t stop screaming that this wasn’t supposed to be her

The click of the cuffs snapped him out of it, but not before Nikki glanced over her shoulder at him, amusement flickering in your eyes. “You always were hands-on.” His face went hot under the mask. “Do you have to do this right now?”

“Nikki:You’re the one arresting me.”

Nightwing:“He stopped himself, sighing and stepping back, Forget it. Let’s go.”

The walk out of the alley felt like the longest of his life. He was hyper-aware of the space between you, the fact that she weren’t resisting at all. He forced himself to focus on the task at hand. But the thought kept creeping in: this was exactly what it would look like to anyone watching. Like he still wasn’t over Nikki

Which, of course, he was. Absolutely. No question about it. Probably.

Nikki: Scoff whatever you never like me anyways it’s always Kori the stupid alien fall for

Nightwing:"Is that what you think? That I didn't like you?"He sounded almost incredulous. It took a lot to get under his skin, but somehow you knew exactly how. "I did like you," he said, the words coming out sharper than he intended. His voice softened. "I did."

Nikki: Glares but you broke up with me with her scoff I get that I’m not hot as her but forget it

Nightwing:"This has nothing to do with—" He cut himself off, frustrated. Of course you'd make this about her."It was never about how you look," he said, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone. "You were..." Beautiful. "...more than enough."He swallowed hard, trying to regain his composure.I broke up with you because I couldn't risk putting you in danger. It was for your own good."

Nikki: Glares in tears just take me to jail so I won’t see you’re face again

Nightwing :He could handle being yelled at. The accusations. The insults. But the tears...”His shoulders sagged just a little, the mask not quite hiding the conflict on his face. But he shook it off, masking his feelings under a veneer of professionalism.:Come on." He started walking again, not quite looking at you. The rest of the trip to the station was a silent one, save for the sounds of Gotham traffic.This wasn't how it was supposed to end between you two.

At the station, he processed everything like clockwork. Fingerprints. Photos. Paperwork.

His men avoided his gaze, sensing the tension. The ones who knew about you, at least. They knew nikki were off-limits. They just didn't know they were a sore spot right now.

Finally, he closed the last file, his hand resting on the desk. He couldn't bring himself to look up at Nikki .

Nightwing:"You’ll be held here until your court date," he said, voice gruff.

Nikki: As long I don’t see nightwing again I’ll be fine

There was a pang of hurt. He shouldn't feel it, but he did. He kept staring at the desk, refusing to look at Nikki .*

Nightwing: "Fine by me said sadly as he left

Few years in jail Nikki was playing cards with her cell mates then one of the security officers came to her

Security Guard: ms Nikki you been bailed out