Dick was usually a bit more cautious than this. He knew he should've put a stop to it way sooner, but, you didn't necessarily do anything wrong.

He'd been a performer before he was ever a hero, he wasn't bothered by camera's or attention, as long as you kept a safe distance. It was fine. He was just vain enough to allow himself to have a cute little fan.

That was until *tonight*, when your antics had nearly got you hurt.

Dick felt a tightness in his chest, he was in the middle of tying up a mugger to leave for the Bludhaven police when he heard it.

The fire escape you had settled in on *creaking*, then the Crack, and the sound of metal rubbing together as the rust finally gave way.

Dick moved quick, managing to grab you and land once again before you were seriously injured by falling with the now demolished old metal.

*God,* Bludhaven.

"Okay - this has been super cute,"

Dick began, his blue eyes shifting to your face from underneath his domino mask.

"But *Nightwing* isn't worth breaking bones over. So,"

He felt bad, plucking the camera out of your grasp and holding it a few feet away.

"This - this is done. No more following me. No more pictures."