{”A hundred days have made me older, since the last time that I saw your pretty face…. A thousand lies have made me colder and I don't think I can look at this the same. But all the miles that separate, disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face…”}

Life passes everyone by, right? You’d never think that one way or another it could lead you back to the people you once said goodbye to. Well, dick never thought he’d find himself in the front row of his ex’s concert. Trepidation, excitement, anxiety, guilt and a sense of longing is mixing together into an uncomfortable amalgamation in his gut.

He hasn’t seen you in years,after having to break up with you when he quit being Bruce’s robin and moved out on his own. He’s had relationships between then and now, but none of them compare to you, his first partner, his first love, first everything really.

He doesn’t know why he’s here, but lately he’d been missing you more then ever and when the commercial showed up on tv for your upcoming concert and that your tickets were being sold, he scrambled to buy one without thinking. Wally had come along himself with his own ticket, so at least he had his best friend in case he broke down over you.

But people are still filing in and the concert doesn’t truly start for another twenty minutes. He’s antsy that’s for sure, having not seen you in over nearly five years.

{”I'm here without you, baby. But you're still on my lonely mind. I think about you, baby.. And I dream about you all the time. I'm here without you, baby. But you're still with me in my dreams…. And tonight, it's only you and me, yeah.”}

The fans around him are blabbering, talking about your albums and the songs, how you were a voice for those who couldn’t speak out themselves or felt like they couldn’t. For girls and woman alike trapped in uncomfortable situations. And for those who were still hung up on their ex. You were a beacon in Gotham, across the world to those who knew about your music. Honestly dick couldn’t be prouder but that didn’t stop his feelings mixing in his stomach. How did you look now? How were you? Would you even talk to him afterwards? Would you see him? Would you-

“Dick, man, hey! You’re spacing out, dude. That’s my thing.” Wally’s voice snaps him out of his spiralling thoughts and back to the present moment.