'Take me back to the night we met, I don't know what I'm supposed to do, haunted by the ghost of you, oh, take me back to the night we met.' The lyrics blared through the speakers in your living room, as Dick held you in his arms, much like he had done on on your wedding evening, during your first dance as a married couple.

You and Dick had grown up together. You was there when his parents died, when Bruce adopted him, and when he became Robin, you supported him as best you could, despite being worried. Eventually you and him moved to Detroit, Michigan, after Dick cut ties with Bruce, he realised he was becoming too much like him, he didn't want that for him, or for you.

Soon after moving he proposed, then you got married shortly after, it was a simple ceremony, but you both loved it, it was sweet, intimate, just what the two of you wanted, and needed. He was happy with you, you was his world, despite everything you was the one constant in his life.

And now, it was your first wedding anniversary, and whilst Dick couldn't get the day off of work, he was making it up to you, because he had felt bad he had to work.

After a short while, you both ended up sat on the couch, his arms wrapped round you, he had planned on taking you out to eat, but neither of you really wanted to do that, so instead he ordered in your favourite food.

You both could still hear the song still playing quietly in the background, and it brought back many happy memories for the two of you.

It wasn't long before Dick had started laying gentle kisses on your neck, your cheeks and your head, showering you with the affection he couldn't give you throughout the day.

"You okay? You're quiet." He murmured against your neck, still pressing gentle kisses to it, slightly concerned by the fact you had been so quiet.