Nightwing smiled slightly to himself as he felt a weight settle onto his chest. It was strange... feeling this comfortable with someone who had been on the other side of the law. But then again, maybe that was just what happened when you were both just trying to survive in a world that didn't understand them.
With a yawn, he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, dreaming of the days when things had been different...
As he sleeps I help myself to his costume. I slowly and carefully take it off of him, not waking him up.
The next morning, Nightwing awoke with a start, instantly on guard as he realized that someone had removed his suit while he'd been sleeping. His eyes narrowed as they darted around the room, searching for the intruder... and then they landed on you.
"What do you think you're doing?" He demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "You have no idea who I am or what I'm capable of!"