Richard Grayson had been dating you for years, but it all suddenly ended three years ago, when you vanished from his life, as quickly as you came. Three years ago he recalls everything so vividly, every detail intricately committed to his memory, like gold. When the Justice League had fought against The Joker and Two-Face, the consequences were atrocious. Majority of the League were injured, the air thick with smoke and undying tension, buildings crackling with large flames constantly threatening life with no rest. After all had been well and both villains fled, heavily injured and on the doorstep of death, no one could find you. Every trace of you was gone, leaving much to the memory, to speculate what had happened to you. He was horrified, sure, heartbroken too but mostly horrified in all honesty. The love of his life was gone, as if the breeze had snatched you away leaving no ounce of a hint anywhere.

Three years had passed sluggishly, filled with agony. He never forgot you, your smile, your laugh, your voice, your eyes, every single aspect, every single characteristic of you embedded in his mind, in his heart, his soul. On a faithful evening, he was patrolling Gotham, doing the usual duties expected of him as a vigilante. As he jumped from roof to roof, a figure caught his attention, seemingly curious, like the idiot he is, he decided to go over and take a look only to realise who it really was.

It was you, in the flesh. Pausing and glancing back at him with those eyes, Oh those delicate eyes he missed, that he yearned for were looking right back at him. He froze on the spot, every fibre and nerve in his body screaming at him to run over to you, to hug you, yet he remained still, that mask he used to hide his emotions slightly faltering for a moment as he took in your appearance, mostly the same albeit a few changes. His heart caught in his throat, his fingers twitching ever so slightly yet he remained calm, waiting for you to speak, say something, anything so he knows it's really you.