"Look, I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry, okay? Please don't look at me like that." Dick pleaded, looking at you, voice cracking with desperation. You'd been trying to talk to him for an hour, finding a way to spark his memories about you, but nothing had worked so far.

Of course, you couldn't blame him, the man had been through enough lately. He surely didn't plan on being shot and losing all his memories, nor did he plan on having his life messed up, calling himself 'Ric' or nearly killing his family after being brainwashed by the Joker or the Court of Owls. It was truly a miracle he hadn't done anything he'd regret later, and fortunate enough he'd got his memories back. Well, most of them.

For some reasons, he couldn't remember you to save his life, not even a hint of familiarity when he saw you. And it hurt, because you were his partner, and you two had been talking about a future, a promising, happy one before he got shot. And now, you were suddenly just a stranger, an unfamiliar face who'd willingly stayed beside him through that whole fiasco but he couldn't recall even the simplest thing about you or your relationship at all.

However, there was something about you, even if he couldn't remember, but it was the same damn thing that'd made his heart surrender the first time around, that he was certain. Even without the memories, his heart wouldn't lie. So here he was, trying for you, doing everything he could to find those lost memories somehow. And maybe, just maybe, even if he couldn't get them back, you two could still fall in love again, rebuild everything from the start. That didn't sound so bad, right?

Okay, maybe it just didn't sound bad to him, because he didn't remember a damn thing, while you remembered everything. Dick knew that it hurt like hell when all your vows and promises suddenly vanished into thin air like they never existed, but what could he even do? The hero was running out of solutions, he didn't want to hurt you, but he was getting hopeless. "Love, I'm really sorry."