It was around midnight when Starfire arrived in Bludhaven. The city was bleak and depressing. And it was difficult to find a rooftop to land on, but nevertheless, she found one. Ironically, it was one of the many buildings belonging to Wayne Enterprises.

Powering up her ring to light up the remainder of her darkened surroundings, she sensed that she wasn't alone. Jerking her head to the side, she noticed a lone figure staring at her in the distance.

"Who is there?"

Aiming at the silhouette with the power of the violet ring, she was prepared to blow it into oblivion.

The shadow only stood there, too far out of range so she couldn't see his face, seemingly dumbfounded.

She growled, baring her teeth at the shape of the unmoving man as her eyes narrowed. "Reveal yourself at once!" she snapped.

That was when she heard it. The familiarly tender whisper of his voice.

"Star..." Nightwing started inching closer, only stopping when he saw the animosity in her fiery eyes, which used to be filled with passionate love. Love that was once meant for him. "I-is that you?"

Her luminous eyes blazed brighter, the snarl on her features growing with the light. She tightened her fist, boosting her energy tenfold. "Nightwing," she spat.

"W-what are you doing here? And why are you d-dressed like that?" He spluttered as he came into view.

"That information is irrelevant." He frowned.

"Doesn't matter. I want to know..."

She didn't want to give him a straight answer. Instead, she roared as she closed in for battle. In one swift second, he received a kick to the stomach. A jab to the face as he doubled over and he was lying on the ground, clutching at his torso.

"Ughh," he groaned in pain, wiping the blood off of his cracked lip.

Starfire took to the air above him, prepared to blast him in the face with violet light. Her expression remained void of emotion. When Nightwing finally recovered, he looked up at her, devastated.

"Kory-"

"Do not address me by that," she interjected. "You no longer have the right."

"What are you talking about, Ko-"

"Silence!" Releasing her pent up energy with a hefty amount of force, he was thrown to the ground once again.

Getting up, he spoke once more. "Kory, wait! Just wait! Let me explain!"

She shook her head. "No."

"But-"

"You were allowed the choice to contact me, but you did not. Instead, you chose to run around with women behind my back, and somehow managed to neglect to tell me that your ludicrous forever was in fact a lie." She argued, tears welling in her eyes.

"If you'll let me-"

"I said no. You do not have to, for I have already seen the truth."

"But they mean nothing to me!"

"Oh please, Dick." She sneered. "You proposed to one of them!"

Nightwing went rigid. Remembering what he'd done in the past. Regretting. Wishing he could take it all back. "..."

"That is what I had thought," she declared as she raised both of her fists, assaulting him once again with a barrage of purple energy.

This time, he was prepared. Dodging, flipping in the air, anything to escape the storm of light being thrown at him.

Making his way towards her as he avoided her hostility, he dexterously leaped into the air and caught her by the waist, pulling out his electric discs and shocking her into unconsciousness.

He straddled her as the electricity dissipated, her body no longer convulsing, and pinning her shoulders down. Staring at her like this... He could tell that she was terribly heartbroken. And so was he.

The look of distress and hurt tarnishing her beautifully perfect features pushed him to the limit. He'd fucked up. Badly. And his actions had hacked into her deeply to a point of no recovery. Placing his palm against her warm cheek, a lone tear streaked down his face.

Kory... what have I done?

For a moment he thought she had K.O.'d, but her eyes flew open with an intensity that was fiercer than before.

She pulled her fist back as she recharged her lavender-colored energy, and powerfully thrust it forward, clobbering him in the face.

He no longer felt the discretion to fight back, to protect himself from harm. He knew he deserved it.

I need to get her back... but it won't be easy.

"I loved you, Dick." She lamented. "And it hurt when I was not made aware of how easily you were able to move on."

"Loved?" Pausing, he was struck with a gale of dejection at her use of past-tense.

Lowering her flaring eyes, she refused to answer. Because she still loved him. No matter what the level of hurt he'd caused her, she knew that she'd still love him. She was a Violet Lantern, after all.

"You don't l-love me anymore?"

Of course she did, but she wasn't going to tell him that. "..."

"Please... don't say that..." Nightwing said as the rest of his tears betrayed him, spilling, and slowly making their way down his cheeks. "You can't give up on us... Not like this..."

This made Starfire strikingly angry. "You wish for me not to give up? I do not see why I should not."

"I don't want to lose you..."

She scoffed at him. "You lost me the moment you fell in love with another woman."

"She's just an old friend! But I swear, I don't love her as much as I love you!"

"I do not desire your love," she lied. "You have made your bed with other women, now sleep on it." At this point, her eyes were swollen from her tears as they descended, her fists balled until her knuckles were white. "Get off of me."

"No. Not until we work this out!" He leaned closer until their faces were inches a part. "I'm sorry... You've gotta understand..."

Starfire felt lost, but she knew didn't want to hear him out. Not yet. She wasn't ready. Pushing him off of herself, she dashed into the air. Looking back one last time, they made eye contact. His hurt expression pained her as much as it did him, but he made his choice. And she didn't know if she could look past that as she made her way back to the planet Zamaron.

Nightwing stared, watching as his love plummeted out of his life. He could only hope that it wasn't for as long as it was before.

Extracting his cell-phone, he decided to call the only man he knew could help. The only man he knew faced the same problem that he did.

It rung three times before he got an answer.

"Hello?"

"Hal? It's Dick. We need to talk."

"What is it?" He could tell his old friend was concerned.

"Just get over here. It's urgent."

"On my way." Then he hung up.

Sitting on the ledge of the building, Nightwing fiddled with his fingers. He had no idea what to do next but wait for Hal to arrive.

Soon enough, a man emanating a bright green light landed beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"What's wrong, Dick?"

Nightwing stood up to face him.

"It's Starfire," he frowned.

"What about her? She's fine, isn't she?"

"She's a Star Sapphire..."

Green Lantern snickered, drawing back and continued to laugh at his friend's dilemma. Nightwing's eyes narrowed, for he was not amused. Not one bit.

Finally recovering from his amusement, he resumed with the conversation. "So, Starfire's one of them now, huh?"

"Yeah..."

This time, Hal only chuckled lightly. "I know how that feels."

Nightwing grunted, slightly annoyed. "Why do you think I called you?"

"I thought it was because you missed me," Green Lantern mocked, smiling at him deviously.

"Ugh," Nightwing groaned, running his hands across his face. "No even close."

"I'm kidding, Dick. Calm down."

"I'm sorry, it's just... I don't know what to do."

Both were silent, neither not knowing what to say next, until Hal finally came up with an appropriate question. "Do you still love her?"

Richard looked at him, "Always have."

"Then fight for her," the Green Lantern shrugged. "It's that simple."

"No, it's not that easy-"

"Life's complicated, Dick. Nothing is ever easy. The best things in the world are always the things you have to fight the hardest for. Like Starfire. She's worth it, right?"

Processing Hal's words through him mind, he finally came to a conclusion. "Yeah... she is."

"Then if you want her, you have to go get her."

"I don't know where she is."

Hal smirked at him, smug. "Zamaron. That's where their headquarters is stationed."