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The night was cold, dark, and rigid, as was the norm in a city like Gotham. Crouched down on the corner of a rooftop, you sat, your eyes glued to your black-and-blue clad target. It could have been hours, it could have been seconds, but hell, you didn't care--you were thoroughly stultified either way.
Refusing to bear the boredom of sitting in the shadows, alone, looking out for the Bat's look-out, you decided to take action. Distracting the look-out was just as good as keeping an eye out for him, right? Plus, you thought it far more catlike to go play with the baby-bird rather than watch him from afar. Selina would commend you for your initiative.
Sure, there were far better and less rude ways to 'distract' someone than to launch a full frontal assault and land on their abdomen in cat-position from a rather high altitude, but your way was certainly more fun.
Once your victim's coughing fit and groans of pain had ceased, he looked up at you with an equally surprised and exasperated look on his face, which you reciprocated with a smug, or, one may even say catlike look of your own.
"A little birdie told me you were back in town." You sang, tilting your head to the side and leaning forward, placing your hands on his chest to steady yourself. He struggled slightly, attempting to sit up, and you lightly pressed your freshly sharpened metal "claws" onto the material of his suit as a warning. You had no intention of letting him go so soon.
"So, the first thing you thought to do was pin me to a cold, dirty rooftop at two in the morning to say 'hello'?" You couldn't tell whether he was speaking with annoyance or amusement. Probably both.
"There are a lot of things I'd be willing to pin you to, Bird-boy." As you spoke, you'd brought a hand up to his face, using a single claw to brush some of the loose hair away from his eyes, a smirk playing at your lips. He scoffed.
"Wow. I'd almost forgotten how forward you were."
"Just thought you might appreciate a warm welcome... " Experimentally, you brought your face down, close enough to his to raise alarm. For a moment, he did nothing, then he appeared to be raising his head up to to meet your lips, but then--yep, there it was; and not a moment later than you'd expected.
Before you knew it, you were laying on your back while he stood a good ten feet away from you, arms crossed and looking a little bit victorious. You pouted, twisting into a catlike stance momentarily before you raised completely to your feet as well.
"Oh, Little Bird... You're still no fun... " You whined as you slowly walked in his direction, then began circling around him sort of like a feline. What can you say? The whole "cat" shtick was actually pretty fun.
"And you still run around dressed like 50% of teenage girls on Halloween. Maybe whoever said people never change was right." Dick was sure to stay on guard as you moved around him, not knowing what it is you could potentially do, but wanting to be prepared nonetheless should you attempt something.
"I certainly hope not..." You muttered, coming to a stop in front of him and quite enjoying the fact that a small smirk was evident on his lips.
You were both silent for a moment before he decided to speak again.
"Y'know, I should be turning you in right now. God knows what you've been up to since I left."
"Should you? Probably. Are you going to? Absolutely not."
"And what makes you say that?"
"Well, First of all, both you and the Bat would get seven kinds of hell from Selina for getting her sweet, innocent little protégé thrown in the slammer." He scoffed, presumably at the word 'innocent'. "Secondly, if I was in jail, who would be there to conviniently appear out of nowhere and keep you company while you're on patrol? You'd miss me, of course. Blüdhaven must have been very lonely without me."
He sighed. However, you noted, he didn't deny it.
Humming a sound of amusement, you stepped up onto the ledge of the rooftop, glancing towards the building you were supposed to make sure the man behind you wasn't paying too close attention to. Ms. Kyle had made it very clear that she wanted zero interruptions.
"So...What do you say we get you some celebratory 'welcome home' early morning take-out?" You turned around while you spoke--he'd been staring at you.
"Let me guess--I'd be taking care of the bill, right?"
"Be a doll, would you?"
He smiled, shaking his head--not as if to say "no," but in an incredulous manner.
"Sorry, Whiskers, but I'm gonna have to raincheck. Tonight isn't the best night for a date."
"Now, now, Boy Wonder, I didn't say anything about a date. Looks like someone's ready to take this relationship of ours to the next level, hmm?"
"Which relationship would that be?"
"The one you like to pretend we don't have."
Evidently, he didn't have an answer for this, as he changed the subject almost immediately. And you thought you were the evasive one.
"I know you're trying to distract me, y'know. I saw Catwoman slip in through a window 10 minutes ago."
"Drat," You said, not really caring in the slightest. "My master plan has been foiled once again by the infamous Nightwing."
In the distance, you heard the sound of a whip cracking, and you turned around just in time to see your mentor maneuvering her way onto the roof of a building across the street. The two of your held eye contact for a moment before she turned around, doing a cartwheel for added flair before jumping off of the building and out of site.
"Well, that's my cue." You sighed, a disappointed tone in your voice. Turning around, you weren't surprised in the slightest to see that the Batman had silently landed beside Nightwing.
"See you around, Bluebird," You chimed, offering him a wink. To the older man, you gave a lazy salute.
Utilizing your own dramatic flair, you leaned backwards until you fell from the rooftop, only to disappear into the night as well.
Richard had taken a few steps forwards and looked over the edge, a small smile still evident on his face.
"Stay out of trouble, will ya?"
He couldn't see you, but he knew you heard him, as was confirmed by a disembodied laugh that played in his head like a broken record for the rest of the night.