Meaning: Wishes, chance
Dick hasn't gotten much sleep lately. Maybe because he was secretly waiting for another moment like this to come by.
His hand is laced with Zatanna's. The stars are dancing in the sky above them. He eventually notices her staring at him, and he returns her gaze with a gentle smile.
He hates her sometimes. It kills him how easy she makes this for them, how naturally they play off one another. Without warning he leans in to kiss her, and almost on cue she kisses back. He feels a heat in his chest, her love burning a hole in his heart so he'll never forget it. He's never felt more alive.
She suddenly pulls away, leaving a lingering taste on his lips that isn't nearly enough for either of them. "This is wrong," she says. He disagrees.
If this is wrong, then why does it feel so right?
She gets up to leave. It's always one of them that leaves. At least until they inevitably come back and start all over again.
He hears a voice call his name. It's Kaldur asking him to come back to the campfire. He tells him he'll only be a minute.
Eventually he'll have to come back to reality. Eventually he'll have to leave his dreams behind.
But for now he'll just go back to counting stars.