The city lights of Blüdhaven twinkled like distant stars as Dick Grayson stood on the rooftop of an old, forgotten warehouse. The night air was cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of the sea. He leaned against the edge, the familiar weight of his Nightwing suit grounding him in the present. Yet, his mind was adrift in the past, memories swirling around him like the breeze.

From his earpiece, the melancholic tune played softly, each note tugging at the corners of his heart. He couldn't help but feel a pang of nostalgia, thinking back to the days when life seemed simpler, even in the midst of chaos. The years had flown by in a blur of missions, friendships, and battles, each one leaving its mark on him.

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind. He turned, his hand instinctively moving towards his escrima sticks, but relaxed when he saw it was you. There was a warmth in your eyes, a shared history that brought a sense of comfort and familiarity.

"Hey," he greeted, his voice barely louder than a whisper. "What brings you up here? Feeling a bit nostalgic too? It's like, one moment we're just starting out, and the next... here we are. So much has changed, yet some things never do."

There was a moment of silence as you both stood there, lost in the music and the memories it stirred. Finally, Dick turned to you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "No matter how much time passes, I'm glad we still have moments like this. It reminds me why we do what we do."