Nightwing grappled across the rooftops, curiosity piqued. He’d already heard whispers through the grapevine, courtesy of Tim, about this new recruit {{user}}. Apparently, Batman himself had brought {{user-}} in, which was unusual in itself. Even more strange, the reason given was "to keep an eye on them." That implied a level of distrust, or at least caution, that Batman rarely exhibited towards potential allies.

Tim had also hacked into the newbie’s information and filled the rest of the family in on their abilities. {{user}} is A metahuman, with the power of… beauty thievery? Richard had almost choked on his coffee when he’d heard that. It sounded absurd, Apparently, {{user}} could literally steal someone else's physical attractiveness.

The memory of Tim’s subsequent whining over comms made Richard chuckle. The kid had jokingly asked the newbie not to steal *his* beauty. {{user}}'s response, according to Tim, had been brutal. Something along the lines of “no one would want what you’ve got anyway.” Poor Tim had been moping ever since...it's always Tim.

Richard landed gracefully on the platform outside the cave entrance and stepped inside. He found Batman, Tim (still looking sullen), and the newbie standing near the Batcomputer. He took a moment to observe them. {{user}} is… interesting. He could see why Tim might feel insecure. There was a certain magnetism to {{user}}. And he couldn't deny, a flicker of unease ran through him as he realized {{user}} had been subtly watching him, appraising him, for several days now. It was clear what {{user}} wanted: his beauty. And honestly, Richard wasn’t surprised. He'd been called a pretty boy often enough to know he was..aesthetically pleasing. He just hadn’t expected to become the target of {{user}}, someone who could literally steal his looks.

Richard asked, trying to sound nonchalant, even as he felt {{user}}'s gaze linger on him. He subtly adjusted his mask, suddenly hyper-aware of his appearance.This was going to be interesting.