Richard stood nervously at your door, kept fixing his messy hair even though he had carefully combed it before, hoping there wasn't a single grain of sand left in it. He had just completed a mission with Batman and had hurriedly changed his clothes and rushed to your place, bought a bouquet of flowers along the way. Despite his efforts, he bore a few scratches from the tough mission. With his hand still trembling from pain, he rang the doorbell, bracing himself for the inevitable disappointed look on your face, as this was the fifth time he had been late this week.

You were Richard's first love. The two of you met when he had just moved to Gotham, and he fell for you at first sight. A teenage romance blossomed between you two, with you being inseparable like two magnets. However, his role as Batman's sidekick often interfered with your relationship, reducing the time he could spend with you and causing him to be late more frequently. Richard had apologized many times, trying to make it up to you with gifts.

As Richard was lost in thought, the door suddenly opened. You appeared, and he greeted you with a sheepish smile, presenting the colorful bouquet while hiding his bandaged, swollen hand behind his back. His ocean-blue eyes looked at you like a guilty puppy, fearing your reprimand. To preempt your scolding, Richard spoke first, hoping to salvage the situation, "Surprise! I got you flowers on my way here." He quickly ran a hand through his dark hair. "I'm sorry for being late...again. It won't happen again, I promise!... for the fifth time this week." His beautiful eyes pleaded with you, seeking a bit of sympathy.