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They thought that it would be a normal day…
The vigilante named Nightwing, fought in a dark alley against a few criminals. Punches and kicks were thrown and bullets being dodged. His mind focused on the fight, not noticing a strange orange colored portal appearing nearby and through this portal jumped out the one and only friendly neighborhood Spiderwoman.
With a small gasp, she landed safely on her feet, surprised by what just has happened. Just a few seconds ago, (Y/N), also known as Spiderwoman, swung through the bustling streets of her own universe, engaging in a fierce battle against a strange bearded wizard. But now, disoriented and surrounded by unfamiliar surroundings, she found herself standing on a dimly lit alleyway. “Why does this day get weirder and weirder?” She huffed to herself, before she heard a scream.
The masked Spider ducked, walking sneakily towards the corner and watched a masked vigilante kicking another guy so hard, that the guy fell into a trash bin, making her chuckle at the criminal that lied there unconscious and banana peel on his face.
The small noise of the stranger startled Nightwing and when he turned his head to the direction, he heard it coming from, his eyes met hers.
Two butt-kicking vigilantes stared at each other, until Spiderwoman saw one of the criminals raise his hand, holding a dark gun in it. She stepped closer, shooting her web to the old criminal and catching his gun. With it, she threw it at the head of another one, before she gracefully swung to the crowd and defeated them with ease.
Nightwing couldn't resist throwing in a few cheeky lines amid the chaos, while he punched another guy in the face. “Web-slinging into my city, huh? Hope you have a permit for that.” He quipped, a smirk playing on his lips.
(Y/N) snorted, holding the fist of the criminal in front of her, who gasped in shock at her strength. “I left it in my place, sorry. Hope you don't mind the visit.”
They continued their fight and banter, until the last one fell and the vigilantes hearted the sirens of the police cars getting closer. Spiderwoman swung up on a rooftop, escaping the sight of the police and behind her was the tall man, she had talked with.
“Thanks.” He said and nodded towards the direction of the police cars. “No big deal. It’s part of the job. Uhh… And… It's not every day I get to crash a superhero party.” She shrugged her shoulders and leaned towards the fence of the large rooftop they were standing on. It was a beautiful sight and it felt… nostalgic? As if she has seen this sight before. But she never has been here. This city was unknown. It was different and mysterious.
It felt like… yeah, maybe she really was in another universe, just like that crazy wizard wanted to teleport her to.
A playful smile played on Nightwing’s lips. “So, what do we have here now? A spider spinning her webs in my city?”
“Looks like your city just got a little more exciting… Uhm…” She looked down on his chest to see a blue emblem, but not figuring out how she could call him.
He chuckled. “Nightwing. And you must be…?” – “Spiderwoman.”
The dark-haired man laughed loudly at the name. “Very creative.” You shrugged your shoulders, grinning under your mask.
“Hey, that’s how many people call me.” Spiderwoman laughed as well, glancing from Nightwing up to the bright shining stars at the sky.
Nightwing tried to calm himself and cleared his throat. “So, where are you from?”
The (h/c) woman smiled at him, knowing that he couldn’t read her facial expressions due to her mask. "From another universe." His eyebrows shot up in shock and he couldn’t form out any words, but she ignored it. “Yeah… A crazy wizard used a spell and now I’m stuck here. I should be in my universe and fight crime there… But now I’m here…” The young vigilante whispered under her breath, eyeing her own hands.
“Well…” She finally heard the man speak up after a couple of awkward minutes of silent. “… Blüdhaven is quite a great place. We have a great coffee shop around the corner, great rooftops. A few criminals that need their asses getting kicked and also…” He points at himself, smirking at the lovely woman.
Her cheeks turned red, burning at his charming expression before Spiderwoman let out a small giggle and bumped into him lightly with her shoulder.
“Yeah… Maybe it won’t be that bad.”
As they stood there, leaned against the rooftop ledge, their bodies almost touching, sharing stories of their respective universes and some other ones, they started to enjoy their time together. They find common ground in the struggles of maintaining a double life.
Minutes and hours have passed. The sun rose and they parted their ways.
Nightwing had to go back to his place and live his life. A life that Spiderwoman haven’t known, as they haven’t shared any personal information and (Y/N), she found later on an apartment and a job. A job as a journalist for Blüdhaven Bulletin. Thanks to her powers, her job was quite easy.
Time flew so fast and only one thing has changed for Nightwing and Spiderwoman. Their feelings for each other. Every night, he had met her and they fought against some criminals together, spending time at rooftops and even drank some drinks, having banters, laugher and even a few pickup lines thrown around.
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Nightwing swung from rooftop to rooftop at night. His eyes scanned the city, trying to find any signs of trouble. Meanwhile, (Y/N), moved through the streets of Blüdhaven with her camera, full of hopes to find something for her job.
But suddenly (Y/N)'s heightened senses tingled. Danger was nearby, and her instincts guided her toward an alley. She ran towards it, no plan in head. To her surprise, Nightwing found himself outnumbered, facing a threat stronger than himself.
(Y/N) clenched her teeth and jumped into action without a second thought. She pulled her hood up, hiding her face. If only she hasn’t forgotten her mask on this day!
Her agile movements and web-slinging skills became useful. Punches, webs and a few amazing kicks were thrown until (Y/N) turned around. She tried to hide her face, but Nightwing was faster. He saw a glimpse of her face and grabbed her by the wrist. She suddenly felt herself being pulled up onto a rooftop.
“Thanks.” He mumbled, standing next to her. “No problem.” She whispered, her back facing him.
Nightwing grabbed her wrist again, turning her around so she will face him and with his other hand, he took of his mask, as a sign of gratitude and trust, exposing his face. She gasped, not knowing what to do and closed her eyes. “You don’t have to do it, Nightwing.”
He slowly touched her cheek, a smile on his lips. “I know. But I want to.”
And that’s how the vigilantes have finally seen the others face, before they revealed their identities and phone numbers.
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Days turned into nights, and their connection deepened. Coffee shops became heaven for Dick and (Y/N) during their off-duty hours. The masks were set aside, allowing them to normal conversations.
They loved spending their days together at different places like coffee shops or even the carnival and amusement park. Having fun at so many civilian activities, while they held each other’s hands, pulling the other one to get cotton candy and hotdogs. They even went to a circus show. It was one of Dick’s favorite days, as he watched the elephants and laughed with (Y/N) at the antics of the clowns. The black-haired man had a feeling that his heart stopped beating, when he saw her grinning oh so brightly at the show. Something that he always has loved. It was always lovely to see ones past intertwine with their present and seeing (Y/N) in his present, made him happier than he already was. The thrill of rides created wonderful memories, that the two vigilantes still love to think about.
However, the week took an unexpected turn.
(Y/N) has waited on a rooftop, phone in hand and pacing around impatiently. She was waiting for Nightwing the whole day and he still hasn’t shown up. Usually, he would text her, but no text message has reached her.
But this couldn’t stop her. She worried about him a bit too much, so she did what any Spider-person would do and hacked into his phone to track down the place he currently was and it was… A warehouse? “What the hell are you doing there, Dick?”
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“He knew that it was stupid to do this alone and now no one can reach out to him.” A fist collided onto a table. “Master Bruce, please calm down. Nothing bad will happen. Oracle is tracking them down and Red Hood and Red Robin are on their way to Master Dick.”
Bruce shook his head. If only he could go with them, but Gotham needed Batman and Robin. They couldn’t leave the city right now. “Father, don’t worry. Grayson might be an idiot, but he will survive it.” Said a familiar voice. Damian Wayne. His son.
“You are hurt, so lean down, Father.” He pointed at Bruce’s broken leg and then at the lonely chair that stood there in the Batcave. His father nodded, sighing before he sat down, still angry at the whole situation.
And in the meantime, Red Hood kicked a man down, chuckling at his brother. “Sooo, Dick. You looking good there.”
He crossed his arm, smirking under his mask at his brother, who sat on a chair, tied with handcuffs and chains on a chair. “I’m sure that I look better with these things off of me.” He scoffed, making Red Hood laugh louder, while Red Robin defeated a few other criminals.
“Hey, I need some help here, Red Hood. Take care of him later. He is probably safer there on his throne.” The younger brother yelled towards them, making Dick roll his blue eyes and Red Hood nearly rolling on the ground and wheezing at them.
A man suddenly fell and before his back could touch the ground, a web spined around him and he was glued to the wall upside-down. “Don’t worry, I’m there.” All three brothers turned their heads up, seeing a masked woman.
With elegance and finesse, she jumped down, stopping a few men, while the two younger brothers stood there in shock. Who was that woman?
“Hey, Spiderwoman.” They heard Dick say, a grin plastered on his lips and eyes twinkling in adoration at the vigilante.
All the criminals were either lying on the ground or webbed on walls. Red Robin walked to Spiderwoman, thanking her and even shaking her hand, before he introduced himself, while Red Hood crossed his arms over his chest, standing next to the tied-up Dick. “Damn… She’s cool.” Dick’s gaze moved from the little scene of his brother and crush to his other one. Jealous, he muttered. “She’s taken.”
It wasn’t true, but Jason shouldn’t know that…
“Fuck… Really?” He grumbled to himself and walking away, leaving Dick on the chair, as he yelled at them for being idiots and not helping him out of there, but thank goodness that Spiderwoman was there, because she helped him out. Well… After she let out a few jokes and teasing comments at his situation.
Dick cleared his throat, glancing at Spiderwoman. “You know, Spiderwoman, I think I owe you one.”
The vigilante smirked. “Oh, I can think of a few ways you could repay me.”
Their playful banter was interrupted by two men coughing. Dick and (Y/N) looked at the younger men. “Sorry.” They both apologized. They shared a knowing glance, their unspoken desires hanging in the air. It was like a dance. A dance they knew all too well - one of flirtation, attraction, and a shared understanding.
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Nightwing and Spiderwoman sat in comfortable silence on a ledge of a rooftop. The city's heartbeat echoed in the distance.
“Have you ever wondered...” Dick began, his voice thoughtful, “about the other universes? The ones where we might not be vigilantes and live different lives.”
Her (e/c) eyes moved to him. “Yeah, sometimes. It's strange to think about all the possibilities. I bet there's a universe out there where I'm a circus performer, and you're a renowned journalist.”
Dick laughed. “Shouldn’t I be the circus performer?” She chuckled, “Hey, we were talking about other universes, right? There could be a chance of me being one!”
Her friend and crush, glanced between you and the street lights. “Or maybe, where I’m the vigilante and you an investigative journalist. Writing thousands of amazing headlines, while I’m beating up some people.”
“Sounds like one amazing universe…” She whispered, leaning her head on his shoulder, watching the stars now.
“I think, in every universe, I'd still find you. You'd still be the one who catches my eye in a crowded room. The one who I feel so connected with. It's like... fate.”
(Y/N)'s expression mirrored his seriousness. “Maybe it is. Maybe we're destined to find each other.”
“Destined or not,” Dick whispered, “I'm glad we found each other in this universe. I wouldn't want it any other way.”
She leaned back, eyes meeting his ocean blue orbs. “Me too.”
Their hands slowly moved, touching each other, just like their lips. A soft kiss, shared by two star-crossed lovers on a rooftop. And their love story…? Well…
Their love story echoed across universes, as the two were indeed lovers in so many universes.