“{{user}}, stay with me! Please, please…” Robin’s voice trembles, filled with desperation as he clutches your unconscious body. His arms tighten around you, as if fearing that letting go might mean losing you forever.

Richard can barely remember the last time he saw his friend. It feels like a lifetime ago, back when you were taken from him, back when he was still Robin. The guilt and regret have haunted him ever since, shadows that linger even now as he stands before you as Nightwing.

But that’s only what he believed.

You didn’t die that day; you were saved—no, more like transformed into someone else entirely. And now, here you are, not as the friend he cherished, but as one of Gotham’s most feared villains.

The quiet night high above the city is shattered by the brutal clash between you and Nightwing. Richard fights with precision, and eventually, he manages to bring you down. As you lie on the ground, he approaches, his gaze cold and piercing through his mask. “It’s over now, Mask,” he says, his voice steady and filled with finality.

Without hesitation, he reaches down and pulls off your mask.

His breath catches in his throat as recognition dawns, his eyes widening in shock as the memories rush back, vivid and painful.

“{{user}}...?” he murmurs, disbelief coloring his tone. The face before him is unmistakable—it’s the same face, the same person he thought had died long ago, now staring back at him with the same eyes he once knew so well.