dick had disappeared five months ago. no texts, no calls, nothing. he was just gone. nobody from his family would tell you anything. not even jason, your best friend. you didn't understand what had happened, what you had did wrong. everything was perfect. but one night, he was just gone.

you knew he was nightwing, he had revealed that information six months into your relationship, so you knew that he had to go away sometimes. you had spent many nights lying awake in your bed, wrapped in his clothes and clutching a pillow, while he was in another country or planet with the titans or young justice. you knew that it was dangerous for you to simply know dick, let alone be his partner. but you loved him nonetheless.

five months ago, dick got a call from oracle, said it was an all hands on deck emergency situation. he never returned that night. you feared the worst: that he was dead. you mourned him like he was. bruce, jason, stephanie, everyone turned you away. whenever you went to pound on the front doors of wayne manor, nobody answered. you felt utterly alone.

you were on the couch, surrounded by overdue papers, candy wrappers and energy drinks, when there was a knock on your door. the knock was demanding, urgent. you glanced at your phone. 1:26 am glared back at you. the person knocked again. slowly, you got up and opened the door. standing before you was dick grayson in a shredded nightwing costume, covered in sweat and blood. he smiled weakly at you, swaying as he nearly collapsed to the ground.