It strikes me that these two have a really . . . particular kind of chemistry. Let me just reassure my readers that this story ain't gonna go above its T rating.
To um, Guest: Oh! Right. Yes, I'll do that. Thanks!
~8.12.15
"I don't see why I should trust you," she said, blinking away the involuntary tears. "I've never met you. You haven't even given me your name."
He grinned easily. "I'm Nightwing. We met a few seconds ago when I rescued you from two men with surprisingly good taste." His smile dropped instantly. "They didn't hurt you, did they? They only had a few minutes, but that's still plenty of time to say or do th—"
"It's Ari," she said, desperate to get her train of thought away from the darker side of men. "They didn't do anything."
Her new acquaintance looked down (a long way) at her. "That's good," he said carefully. Skeptically. The men hadn't done anything to imply additional motives, but her imagination had certainly come up with enough on its own. Enough that she'd accidentally given him a nickname that was just as familiar as her name.
"By the way, Nightwing, that's not a real name."
That terribly attractive smile flashed again. "Call it a nickname, then, 'Ari.' Does your head hurt?"
"Both my head and neck are fine, thank you."
He nodded. "Glad to hear it. Now, please bear with me."
He pulled up her shirt.