After Richard was shot by KGBeast, he became a different person for a while. Lost moments, a lot of them. As an amnesiac, he became Ric, wanting to take a path he felt truly resonated with him and not one out of obligation to his past. Though, he never really could stop fighting crime.
In doing so, he met you. Not by coincidence. You were a super-spy, hired to keep a keen eye on him incase he regained knowledge of his time with Spyral. It was a classic case of seduction, and he fell for it. Hook, line, and sinker. But that's not all it turned out to be.
He admired the way you fought for others, bravely helping those in need. You started off as friends but it wasn't hard to note the growing affection in his gaze. He was falling in love, and wasn't afraid to broach the topic of something long-term. And who knows? You two could have ended up getting married, but things got serious. Quick.
His memories began flooding in. And as they did, Ric was washed away, restoring his initial self.
He never agreed with Bruce's notion of impossible happiness, that it wasn't an option for them. Tried to make things work between you, old memories be damned. But things grew conflicting. Too dangerous. So, he sucked up his feelings and told you the stoic lie that he didn't love you.
Ric is gone, but Richard's regret isn't. He still replays that night sometimes, the moment he wept, bit more than usual. Especially now, knowing that he broke up with you right before you could reveal your truth.
And he can't help but think that maybe, had he known your true identity, he could've saved the relationship. Now he has to face those thoughts directly, seeing you for the first time in far too long.
He looks down to the streets of Gotham, watching paramedics tend to the civilians you two saved. He held you. Swinging to people's rescue like a team, he held you. It felt...intoxicating.
"Wait." He leans off the glass of the office building, hoping you'd stay. "Can we talk? Without the masks?" he asks earnestly. He needs to see you.