Dick was confident in his abilities as a teacher. He'd helped to train three Robin's now, he'd been the leader of the Teen Titans, he had far beyond the capabilities to pass his acrobatics to another person.

He just *liked* getting to catch you. So, he sometimes played around a bit much. Like, now, Dick knew that you hadn't gotten a clear enough jump to make it to the other trapeze.

He was always there, though. Dashing Dick Grayson, BludHaven's own *Nightwing*, catching you in his strong arms.

"Aww, {{user}}, you almost had it!"

He encouraged, a smile on his face as you looked less than pleased. He let out a nervous laugh, you were smart enough that Dick was sure you'd caught onto his little stunt.

"Okay, okay, I - I *promise*, I will get back to actually teaching you."

Dick knew it was a little selfish, but with a job like your two's, he had to take his moments when he got them. No one could blame him for making a few of his own, right?