It was nice to hear that the present was treating him well. And his smile, god that smile; a girl could get lost in it. Abbie found herself unconsciously smiling back at him, unsure of really why but it happened. Though as quickly as it came, it lowered slightly as her free hand went to play gently with her earlobe and earring. This was supposed to be a nice night, she couldn’t let this get to her; not now; especially when he gently held her hand. The night went well, the hand-holding continued and she felt lighter than air despite what was weighing her down. Her body would turn slightly in her chair depending on the topics at hand and her body would tense slightly with his movement, as if not wanting him to move or leave. There was even a point in the evening where she had to excuse herself to use the restroom and give herself a pep-talk in the mirror, reminding herself this was supposed to be a good team between the two of them and she couldn’t let him see her cry. Happiness was her focus right now, not the sadness she was going to experience soon. The night ended well, and no matter how much she insisted he wouldn’t let her pay and they left the restaurant climbing back into his car. “Thanks for tonight.” She said softly as she leaned back in the comfortable seat as he drove her back to her flat. “I really needed this and I really needed some good company.” One hand played delicately with the rim of her skirt while the other lightly played with her earlobe. She found herself staring out the window more than looking at him, maybe it was because she didn’t want to distract him by engaging him in conversation while he was driving… or it was because she couldn’t look at him at this moment; she might cry. They pulled into the parking area and she climbed out the vehicle. Normally she’d invite him inside, but she couldn’t… she just couldn’t. “Thanks again Dick. Have a great rest of your night…” With that she turned around and started inside. She was about half way to the door when she stopped. Her heart pulled at her chest, she couldn’t take it anymore. Turning around she called to him. “Wait.” With that she returned to him, closing the gap between them she reached up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and pulled him down… into a kiss. Their lips touched and it took all of Abbie’s will power not to break down at that moment. After a few moments of holding the kiss, she pulled back and let go of his shirt. “G—good night…” She said softly, stumbling over the words before going inside the building and into the elevator without looking back. As soon as the door shut, leaving the blonde in the elevator alone she broke down crying. This isn’t how she wanted to say good bye to Dick but she didn’t have a choice. Good byes meant he wouldn’t get hurt… ---- The top of the Police Station was silent compared to the loud echoes of the streets around it; Batman is gone, but Nightwing is here… and Robin’s still here. The Bat-Signal flickered twice in the air. Tim’s phone exploded on his hip and he activated it under his mask as he was out on patrol. “Barbara what’s up?” “The Bat-Signal just flickered…” “I’m on it. Why do you sound stressed…” “It wasn’t my dad…” Robin stopped what he was doing, leaving a small pause in the conversation. “Huh… I’m on my way, call Dick.” With that he hung up the phone and he was off. Robin dropped down on the roof of the police station and looked around before his eyes fell on a figure. “Robin.” A female’s voice said as the figure turned around. Robin’s eyes fell upon a blonde curved body in a white business suit with straight blonde hair, white tennis shoes and a familiar face. “We need to talk.” “I bet we do Miss Dent.”