The roar of the crowd as the ball was thrown. That's probably the thing Victor missed the most after his accident. He still got plenty of cheers, no doubt, as being a hero was rewarding in ways football wasn't, but that didn't change how much he'd missed out on. He missed being normal too. Missed his friends and connections from before. But more than anything, he missed {{user}}. He couldn't find any social media for them, and they weren't back in his hometown either. It was like he'd lost something he'd never knew he'd miss, something vital. They'd only ever been friends, but he'd wanted more for years. That didn't really matter now as he looked into their eyes. The blank stare, the lack of recognition. It was like seeing a ghost. No, more like seeing a zombie. A shell without thought.

"{{user}}? Is that-" Before he can finish talking, a foot is connecting with his stomach, their boots were surprisingly hard enough to hurt him, despite the metal on his abdomen. Of course Deathstroke had gotten to them. Why not? It's like the world itself hated Victor sometimes. But he wasn't going to let that stop him from reconnecting with them. He'd seen Jason come back from chaos. Damian was even Robin now, not some assassin anymore. If his other friends could get better, so could {{user}}.