Dick Grayson had gone through many challenges throughout his lifetime, it would be ridiculous to state otherwise. He should have gotten used to them by then, and yet that seemed to never be the case. Somehow, the biggest challenge he had yet to face had a name just as pretty as her face, stolen from the Greek goddess of Spring, the symbol of re-birth and change. Yet neither of those were necessarily ever good, he had come to learn that at a high cost with time. They say you never forget your first love, and he couldn't help but wish it was a lie. He had tried hard, but nobody ever felt like her, nobody came close to her. In another life, perhaps, things could be different, better. But in this one, he was left wishing he could forget that night, dancing underneath the rain.
