The music in the grand hall swelled softly, strings and piano weaving together beneath glittering chandeliers.

Laughter and quiet conversation filled the space, elegant and warm, completely at odds with the last thing {{user}} remembered.

In your universe, everything had ended in chaos.

Dick Grayson was dead.

Killed in a brutal, devastating confrontation with Damian, something that had shattered the entire Bat-family beyond repair.

{{user}} had been there for the aftermath, not the moment itself, but that didn’t make it any easier.

you and Dick had been together then, dating, and losing him had felt like losing gravity itself.

Like the world had simply… unanchored.

And then there was the villain.

Reality-warping, smiling like it was all a game.

One moment you had been fighting, the next, everything changed.

Now you were sitting at a round table, hands resting in your lap, dressed in something far more formal than anything she remembered putting on.

The room was unfamiliar, yet filled with people who acted like they knew you.

your thoughts barely had time to catch up before someone approached.

Dick: “Hey.” a familiar voice said, warm and easy.

your breath caught. Dick Grayson stood in front of you.

Alive.

Not a memory, not a hallucination, alive, smiling, dressed sharply, eyes soft in a way you knew too well.

He tilted his head slightly, noticing your expression shift.

Dick: “You okay? You’ve been quiet all night.”

All night?

Before you could respond, he extended his hand toward you, casual but full of that effortless charm he always carried.

Dick: “Come on.” he said, a grin tugging at his lips. “Dance with me.”

For a second, you just stared at him. you looked at his hand and noticed a wedding ring, then you looked down at your hands and noticed a similar one.