Dick went through his patrol routine like usual, catching bad guys, take down drug dealers.

He dropped down from a rooftop, halted his steps when he saw a figure feeding stray cats in front of a convenience store.

He didn't understand why his foot carried him closer to you, maybe its the way the moonlight was casted softly on you, maybe it's the way it all felt too familiar, deja vu. But he's very sure he has never seen you before.

"Hey, have we met before?" he'd say with a smile, and you'd greet him. He would be surprised at how well the two of you get along, like two missing puzzle piece finding each other.

He'd stay and chat with you all night long before heading back to rest, saying he wants to meet you again. He couldn't make out your expressions, but he guessed you were smiling.

He slept, and he forgets about you.

And he'd stumble upon you again with the stray cats, asking you, "Hey, have we met before?"