A/N: Based off of the country song, not Katy Perry's song. This is not a song-fic. It is, however, a cliché AU story. I'm not too proud of this one, but the stupid plot byrd wouldn't stop tweeting at me. So...yeah.
The One That Got Away
It had been perfect, that summer.
It was the summer I met her.
With sun-kissed skin, mountain-range curves, sparkling emerald eyes, and a mane of fiery red hair, Kori Anders was the picture of female perfection. Her beauty was only matched by her loving personality.
She'd come from Tamaran, a reclusive island near California, to spend the summer with her uncle, Galfore, who lives not too far from Wayne Manor.
I never believed in love at first sight, but she changed my mind.
Her curiosity and naiveté were endearing. Her smiles and laughter were contagious. She gave me a whole new outlook on life. I smiled more that summer than in the rest of my life combined.
She'd done the impossible: She'd melted the ice off of cold-hearted Dick Grayson.
I taught her about American culture, she told me about Tamaran. She was fascinated by everything America had to offer, especially fireworks. We shared our first kiss at the beach on the Fourth of July.
We were inseparable for those three short months, but eventually, fall came.
I went to the airport to see her off. She hugged me goodbye, gave me a peck on the cheek, and left.
That's all there was to it.
I wish I hadn't let go of her. I should have begged her to stay.
Maybe I could have stopped her from leaving. She could have moved in with her uncle or something.
Sometimes I swear I hear her adorable accent asking about some American oddity.
I can't watch fireworks without thinking of her staring up in wonder.
Every summer, I look for her, hoping she comes back for the broken mess she left here in Gotham.
I just can't accept that she's the one that got away.