Dick and you were in Arkham, fighting goons from Riddler. And they only got stronger. One group down- a stronger one followed. Your energy was running low- and so was his. You both weren't superman after all.

"Ugh, when is this coming to an end?! Where do they keep coming from!?" He yells as he kicks a guy with his electric staffs.

Even if it was hard- the two off you made a good team. Partners in crime who had each others backs and lovers when civilian.