Back when he was still Robin, Dick started the Teen Titans — the team you ended up joining, somewhere along the way, the two of you grew close. There was something there, a quiet kind of almost-romance, but it never really turned into anything serious.

Time passed. Dick eventually handed over leadership of the team to you — something you took as a real honor — while he went off to figure things out on his own as Nightwing.

You didn’t really stay in touch after that. Not out of bad blood, just… life. But then, out of nowhere, he called, he said he had someone new for the team — the new Robin, Damian Wayne, Bruce’s son, Grayson informed you that the kid needed structure, and he thought with Bruce that the Titans might be good for him.

And now, here you are. The car pulls up, and Dick’s the first to hop out. He walks over with that same easy confidence, that same familiar charming smile, and holds out his hand to you.

“Hey,” he says. “It’s been a while.”