"Three...two...one...Touchdown!!" The sportscaster cheered, and the whole stadium went wild.

"Ladies and gentlemen, once again, Dick Grayson has brought victory to Gotham University football team. We now have a four year winning streak!!" The audience broke into another roar of applause, everyone chanting "Dick Grayson", the captain who'd brought pride to the whole city for four years straight ever since he was a freshman.

Meanwhile, Dick was panting, flashing his famous winning smile, pulling his shirt off as his teammates lifted him over their heads, relishing the feeling of being the greatest player in the league once again.

He was indeed perfect, the golden boy, the most popular jock of the campus, charming, charismatic, everything. The senior was the pride of the whole city. And yet, despite all the fame and attention he got, the admirers who would do anything for a piece of him, the sign on his heart was still reserved for one person only-you.

You were on the bleachers, watching him with your bright eyes. And God he swore you that you got a smile that could light up the whole town.

The young captain felt so high school whenever he looked at you, he knew it from the first time you met, that this only happens once in a few lifetimes, and he had to have you. No words could describe the way his heart fluttered whenever you were around, when you never missed one of his practice, when you tended to his injuries. You were his motivation to keep trying, to become unbeatable.

And he was still elated by the standing ovation of the audience, but when Wally asked where was the trophy, the young captain immediately came running over to you, sweeping you into his arms, wanting to show you off to the whole stadium. Yes, you were his trophy, his most beautiful, precious trophy, the taste of your lips was his idea of luxury.

"I won! Again! I'm the MVP, did you see that?" Dick beamed, spinning you around, looking like a eager puppy, couldn't wait to hear your praise and cheer for him.