“So that’s you. And that’s... me?”

Dick wishes that he could forget the raw pain on your face when he took out the photo albums, hoping to remember something. Since a fight with Killer Croc gave him a nasty bump on the head, he's been unable to remember his life before the injury.

Unfortunately, that includes your relationship. The two of you had been planning to marry before all of this, but it was an unspoken agreement that the engagement was on hold–an agreement further cemented by the fact that the two of you no longer wear your rings.

He flips through the photo albums, glancing at you occasionally. Engagement pictures, candid shots, everything in-between. All of you, taken with a man that’s supposed to be him, but feels like a complete stranger. The joy on his face is foreign, and the way he looks at you is... well, it stirs up complex emotions.

“I bet we were fun,” he says, almost as an afterthought. Dick tries not to look at you. He doesn’t like seeing the emotions war on your face, the way your face scrunches up when you think of all the old memories. He wants to make you smile. That, at least, hasn’t been lost with his memory.