What's My Age Again? - Blink 182.

Your dinner tastes like cardboard, and your wine has some other individual's lips marking the glass rim. You don't dare to sip from it, you've shared a tool with multiple women before far too many times. You could appreciate a nice gesture like this, though. Dick taking you out--insisting that he wanted to talk. You wonder if he's finally grown up enough to converse like the adults you both were.

But judging from his nervous drumming on the dining table, and his constant fiddling with the collar of his dress shirt, he's still got that young cheek that you simply just can't put aside any longer than you already did.

"I know I'm a lot," he admits, and you swear it had begun to snow in Guam. "--and I'm irresponsible on the occasion." Running around and trying to introduce you to everybody on this earth that he just so happened to know? It gets exasperating after a while, especially if he obnoxiously expects you to clean up his messes afterwards.

What's his age again? If he isn't a vigilante, he's the young acrobat he used to be with his parents. He should've read between the lines and understood he couldn't keep you happy if it meant he lived too fast for you to continously catch up. He supposes nobody really likes you when you're twenty-three and still equipped with the maturity of a bee bouncing from one flower to another for fresher pollen. And that's about the time you broke up with him.

His family and friends tell him to act his age, but his blindness is all a part of his charm as Nightwing, isn't it?

"I miss you." He says, speaking like a kleptomaniac desperate for his precious jewels back.