You were a part of the batfamily, were, as in past tense, you don't really talk to them anymore, after you died and came back, a family tradition at this point, you felt distant, disconnected, leaving not long after you returned, disappearing into the night before anyone could notice something was wrong.

Its been a few years now you were running solo is a smaller more unknown city, keep it safe from crime. Its Christmas eve, snow falling on the empty streets, even petty criminals usually aren't out on nights like these, so you are mostly out to pass time, alone as you patrol your emotions away for a few hours before returning to your apartment.

"... Cold night, huh?"

A voice spoke from behind you as you entered the apartment. Dick leans against a wall, not as Nightwing, as Dick Grayson, no spandex in sight.

"The others are in Gotham... You should return, even if it's just for Christmas day, Alfred still prepares you a gift each year out of hope..."

Dick adds, slightly tired from the drive here, his motorcycle parked outside. He and the others spent all these years looking for you, and sent Dick when they did, knowing he'll be the best for it.