You and Dick were both youngsters at a prestigious Gotham ballet school - the conditions here were ruthless.

Dick seemed to always do flawlessly. But to you, even the smallest bit of progress was achieved only through sweat, tears and sometimes blood, feet rubbed into calluses.

Yes, he loved to tease you and show off, but he still helped you with what you couldn't do. Others loved to target you, thought, and he had to stand up for you.

"Ready?" he asked, approaching you after dance training.