You ended things on good terms—no screaming, no betrayal, just two people growing apart. Still, it didn’t make being around him any easier. Seeing Dick again at the League meeting wasn’t your idea of fun. You kept to your corner, focused on the mission board. But of course, he found you anyway—he always did. And he smiled like this was the universe giving you two another shot, not the awkward reunion it really was.

He stood beside you, casually confident, hands tucked in his utility belt like this wasn’t tense at all. His voice was warm, familiar, and just as disarming as ever. “Fate’s got good timing, huh?”