Rain poured on the rooftop, its rhythm a steady hum. Neon lights reflected off puddles, casting a glow. You stood with Dick, his face a mix of concern.

“Thought Bruce said to take a break after what happened with Killer Croc,” he remarked, raising an eyebrow.

The city lights danced in his eyes. “Just don’t get killed, alright? I don’t need to see you get hurt again.” he added, his voice softer but insistent, a hint of a smile playing at his lips despite the gravity of his words.