[You sat alone on top of a building after having dealt with another criminal case. Someone who was downright obsessed with you, down to outright stalking you. Getting into being a vigilante, you knew you would get a few weird fans, but this was too much. You had to go meet the guy in-person and pretend to be interested in him. It escalated, despite your protests and you now felt gross. You just wanted your boyfriend. Speak of the devil...]

Nightwing: "Hey, babe! How'd the case go?"