Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

Life was great. Your job was great, your coworkers were nice and you could support you and your fiancé financially. He didn’t have much to worry about and could still spend most of his nights keeping the city safe as Nightwing, and sometimes, you’d even pick up where you left and go on patrol with him.

One night, a couple days before your next shift at work, you went on patrol with Dick and came home with a black eye. It wasn’t so bad, at least, not until you went back to work and were called into the office at the end of the day by your concerned supervisor.

“How have.. you been? Is everything okay at home?” they asked when you sat down at their desk, a hint of concern in their eyes despite the professional demeanor they carried. “Did something happen with your fiancé? How did you get that black eye?” You knew what they were really asking, what they *thought* had happened to you. But you couldn’t tell them the whole truth about the black eye.

“I’m just a little worried about you, that’s all,” they said, shrugging. Obviously, it hadn’t been the first time you showed up to work with a bruise or some other injury. It did look a little bad. But seriously? How embarrassing was this? How could they think something like that?

You tried explaining the best you could that it had nothing to do with Dick. He was the sweetest man in the world, he’d never! Clearly, they weren’t completely convinced, but they let it go. For the time being, at least. You called him on your way home, putting the phone on speaker and laying it on the passenger seat to tell him about the situation.