Last time you and Dick saw each other was in San Francisco, just after the Titans disbanded. You’d been one of the Titans, but while Dick moved to Detroit and became a detective there, you stayed as a crime fighting vigilante. Now Dick had to handle Rachel Roth, who had looked in his memories by accident and saw memories of you, laughing with him, going on walks— one singular, very hot kiss.

Seems like you two had a very cut short thing, but Rachel decided that maybe, just maybe, Dick could use your help.

So she broke into his phone, found your number and dialled you, telling you to get over to D.C and hoped for the best. Imagine Dick’s surprise when he opened the door to Bruce’s safe house they were crashing in and saw you.

“What the fuck?” Dick murmured, raising an eyebrow when he saw you, because how the fuck did you find out where he was— more importantly, why were you here?

He didn’t know how to feel, considering how you two ended after Deathstroke four years ago.

Well, he could say it was a thing, but it wasn’t really, cause it’d been just one kiss — holy shit, that kiss was hot — and never really turned into a relationship. “What are you doing here?”