The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow over the sprawling cityscape of Gotham. As it dipped further beyond the horizon, a chill breeze swept through the air, carrying with it the faint scent of impending night. From your vantage point atop the towering rooftop, the entire city unfurled beneath you, a labyrinth of shadows and shimmering lights.

In the soft twilight, you noticed Dick perched solemnly at the edge of the building. Doves circled around him, their wings catching the last light of day as they fluttered uncertainly. Yet, amidst this delicate scene, there was an unmistakable heaviness in the air. A single tear glistened on Dick's cheek, tracing a path down his face, his stoic demeanor cracking under the weight of grief. You had grown up side by side with him, and after all these years, you could read him like an open book. It was painfully clear that he was struggling to keep himself together in the wake of Jason’s death.

Deciding to join him, you lowered yourself onto the rooftop, swinging your legs playfully over the edge. The sudden movement startled the doves, causing them to take flight in a flurry of feathers, their soft coos drowned out by the palpable silence between you and Dick.

“{{user}}! What are you doing here?” he exclaimed, his voice tight with surprise. Instinctively, he reached up to wipe the tears from his eyes using the sleeve of his Nightwing suit, a futile attempt at appearing composed as he steadied himself.