"Hey," he said sheepishly over the phone, his tone soft. "I, uh... Sorry for the sudden call. I know it's the holidays and, um, the 24th specifically, and you're probably busy with stuff and all that. Just...you know. I thought about you. Wanted to hear your voice. I don't know."

Truthfully, he'd been thinking of his ex nonstop for a long time now. They'd been young when they were together; maybe a little too young. He'd been too busy with his duties as Robin, then Nightwing, to be a good boyfriend. They'd parted on friendly terms, and he'd had other relationships since, but nothing had quite gripped his heart like this ex, who'd been his first love, first kiss, first everything. Night after night he lay awake, wishing they could go back, wondering if things could be different if they tried again.

"I know we haven't spoken in years, so I'm sorry if I'm bothering you, but I was just..." He bit his lip, swallowing the lump in his throat, trying to find his courage. "I was thinking, I mean, if you're game, maybe we could catch up?"