The apartment was mostly empty, a bit of furniture and trash still inside. Barbara directed the movers, telling them what to put in the truck, and what to throw out.

After watching them leave with her things, Barbara went into her empty room, wanting to make sure she didn't leave anything.

When she tried to open her closet door, it seemed to be stuck. She tugged and pulled at it, finally wrenching it open. Nothing was in there.

As she moved to close the closet door, a worn out, single piece of paper floated down, landing on her lap facedown.

Barbara didn't move. She stared at it for a few minutes, finally picking it up with shaking hands.

She studied the letter, not reading the words just yet, but examining the smudges and darker dotted areas of the paper. She new what had caused them, but preferred not to think about it at the moment.

Letting out a shaky breath, Barbara began to read the letter, her hold on it tightening as she read further.

Dear Barbara,

Hey, I'm sorry for this, I am, but I just can't stay here anymore. Everything with Bruce, Batman, being Robin and regular old Richard Dick Grayson, it's just to much.

I wish I didn't have to leave, but I have no other choice. If I stay, I just know that even worse things will happen.

You know, I've loved you since the very moment we met. It may not have seemed that way, with the way I acted, but I did. I loved you so much, but it's time to move on from those feelings.

You and me, it just wouldn't work, and you can't say I'm wrong. You know it's true.

I know that you loved me to, you probably still. I know you would have wanted to try, but I can't. I just can't.

With our line or work, it would get to stressful. Our emotions would get in the way. We wouldn't be heroes anymore, we would be a bother, a danger to society.

If we had normal lives, we could have moved to a safer area, we could have had kids, pets, we would have been living the family dream.

But that's the problem, with us, it's always "We could have," or "We would have."

Barbara, I wish it didn't have to come to this, but it has. I can't change that no matter how much I want to.I'm sorry, goodbye.

- Love, Dick.
Barbara's hands were shaking so much, that she had to put the paper back on her lap before she ripped it.

The old tear marks have been remade, new ones also being added. The words mashed together, becoming even harder to read than it was before.

"12 years have passed and you still affect me this way…" Barbara folded the paper neatly and put it into her pocket.

After leaving her apartment, she looked up at the gloomy sky and smiled. It didn't reach her eyes.

After 12 years, I still love you." Barbara chuckled sadly, a pained expression coming across her face. "Why did I have to meet you? Do you know what you do to me Dick?"

Barbara held her face in her hands, breathing shakily. "Of course you do…It's why you left."

Finally, Barbara got into her car. She drove off, leaving the town with all her memories, both good and bad, and went to restart her life somewhere new.

Alright! NIGHTWING BE HAPPY!
This ended up being longer than I thought it would be...
Oh well, more for you Nightwing.
BREEEEEEEN-BREEEEEEEEN!
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