You and him didn't speak the same language. He was...Robin, you were a normal girl living in Gotham. You had dreams of him, that's sad - to you at least.

He didn't know those things existed, he didn't know you existed, but you wanted him to know. Tim was simple, but to you, he was complex. Maybe you could get it over with, or maybe you'd keep writing his name on your shirts--who knows?

All you needed was a sign, a sign that showed you he was right for you--a sign that could help.