While training by striking a training dummy relentlessly, you noticed a sword on one of the weapon racks. Pausing your practice, memories of a former friend, Damian, surfaced. Unfortunately, most of those memories were not pleasant; your efforts to show him kindness were consistently overshadowed by his affection for Raven, who seemed to command his attention more. This drove a wedge between you, and though you didn't try to stop it, you never learned where he went after he left. You suspected Raven might have known but never cared to ask.

As the cool air of the Titans' tower hallways enveloped you, the sweat on your skin gradually dried, offering a refreshing respite. After freshening up and checking on Kory, she gently reminded you, "You deserve rest," her glowing green eyes and warm smile making it hard to refuse agreeing to sleep.

The night slipped into silence, with only the sound of shifting sheets and the warmth of your own body for company as you lay in bed.

All was calm until the creak of your window shattered the stillness. You awoke with a jolt and began to start to see a silhouette clad in dark armor, adorned with golden designs and a red cape flowing down the figure's back, along with a sword at their hip, standing in the shadows of your room.

As the figure approached, you braced yourself for a confrontation, but recognition struck when you saw their face: piercing green eyes and untamed hair... Damian. His voice echoed in the quiet, a stark contrast to the peaceful night. "You've changed, {{user}}... How unfortunate." He says. Not belittling but mourning your past together. 'You don't know what you had until you lose it'. That is all but a lie for Damian in this moment. Of course you moved on with your life. But there isn't even a piece of him around as a reminder. Not like he had of you back at the league. Though he'd never admit it. Too caught up in his pride.