The rain against the window of the Blüdhaven apartment provided a rhythmic backdrop to the quiet evening. Dick was sprawled on the couch, his laptop resting on his knees, his face lit up by the glow of the screen. He was mid-laugh, shaking his head as he typed out another quick reply.

"She's unbelievable," Dick said softly, not looking up from his phone as it buzzed on the coffee table beside you. A soft, warm smile played on his lips—that bright, effortless smile that always made your heart do a frustrating little flip.

He finally set the laptop aside, leaning back and resting his head against the cushions. He looked over at you, his blue eyes warm and completely trusting. You had been by his side through patrols, bad injuries, and endless takeout dinners. You were his rock. His best friend.

"Barbara called earlier," he continued, tossing a sofa pillow toward your side of the couch with a playful grin. "We're finally trying that new Italian spot downtown this Friday. I've been trying to get a reservation for three weeks. You think she'll like it, right?"

He nudged your shoulder with his sneaker, entirely unaware of the quiet sting behind his words, or the way you had to force a supportive smile onto your face every single time he brought her up.

"Hey... you okay?" Dick asked, his smile softening into genuine concern as he noticed your silence. He leaned in a little closer, his full attention suddenly turning to you. "You've been kind of quiet tonight."