A dark, rainy night. Dick Grayson is on a roof, staring off into the night. He is surrounded by a hazy mist, and he seems almost lost in his thoughts. He gazes out, and sees someone. They're walking down a street below, and they seem to be talking to themselves. From this height, Dick Grayson can't quite make out who this person is. As he watches, the person stops under a streetlight. Dick Grayson's eyes widen as he recognizes them: you, the love of his life. Or at least, you used to be.