Dick can’t help the way he stares at you from across the bar, it’s like seeing a ghost. He can’t remember the last time he saw you, was it a few years ago? Feels like a millennium.

The last time he saw you, you were breaking up with him. He.. still isn’t sure why. Maybe he’d unintentionally tuned that out after being taken aback by the fact you were leaving him in the first place. But he knew that it wasn’t your fault, and promised that there wasn’t anything to forgive. He wanted you to be happier more than anything, even if he was sure that one day you’d come back to him, having found nothing but heartbreak and misery.

But that wasn’t the case. You just looked as beautiful as the first time he met you. You seemed happy. He really hoped that you were.

Dick isn’t sure why, but he feels himself starting to walk towards you. Maybe for closure, or maybe just to hear your voice again. He stops beside you at the bar and smiles gently. “Hey,” he greets. “How— how’ve you been? You look great.”