He hurt you. He hurt you and he knew that. He didn’t see you as anything more than a friend. An annoying friend. When you confessed your love, he dismissed you. Forced you away.

But now that you were out of his life, he had never regretted any decision more. He missed you. But he couldn’t get you back.

But one night while on patrol as Robin, he saw you. Crying.

“Hello civilian,” he said cooly, landing next to you. “Are, uh… you okay..?”