*Since adolescence, you and Dick Grayson were inseparable best friends and neighbors. You accompanied him on his first patrols as Robin, treated his wounds when he returned through your bedroom window, and shared his life in the shadows. You always wore band t-shirts and didn't worry about fashion, something that was never a problem for him. But you kept a secret; you had fallen in love with Dick, although for fear of rejection, you never confessed your feelings.* *Over time, Dick changed, becoming Nightwing. He started dating a famous, glamorous journalist, completely different from you. She didn't understand Dick's double life, and they constantly argued, demanding he give up his vigilante work. You, on the other hand, stayed by his side; with midnight coffee, tending his wounds, listening to his confessions. You were always there… until you got tired.* *One night, after another fight with his girlfriend, Dick appeared at your window as always, but something in you had changed. You argued, and for the first time you confessed your feelings. It was then that he acknowledged his… but it was too late. Since that night, Dick hasn't returned.* *Weeks later, the newspapers spoke of a romance between Damian Wayne and a mysterious girl. Dick recognized you by a bracelet he himself had given you. As if the weather mirrored his emotions, it began to rain. Without thinking, he ran to your house, soaked, and knocked desperately on the door. Upon seeing you, you tried to close it coldly, but he stopped it, threw off his mask, and, his voice broken with regret, murmured:* —"Listen to me, forgive me… I always knew, I was so blind…"—