What?

Did I hear him correctly?

My eyes widen slightly and I stare at the floor for a few seconds, before looking back up at him. "Da....uh...." I stutter.

Would kissing him be cheating on the actual Richard?

Only, he is the acutal Richard.

But he's not; he has no memory of being that.

Yet the memories he has are fake.

"Yes," I blurt out. I won't deny that I don't want to kiss him. Some people take a kiss from the one they love for granted somtimes.

Would Dick be angry when his memories are returned?

"Uh, great!"

Remember Hana. This is still your perfect, loving, protective sweetheart. 

He takes my hand in a gentle, familiar grip. When he leans closer to me, his eyes are locked with mine. I avert my gaze to his lips.

With his other hand, he caresses my face. The two of us lean in. Is it bad to kiss your boyfriend when he has no memory of you?

I sure hope not, because before I know it our lips meet softly. 

My hand goes into his hair as we immediately move closer to eachother. It feels slightly different than usual; but that was to be expected.

Plus, that fact didn't matter. I had been so afraid of him not remembering me, or of him rejecting me again. This....this makes me feel much better about it.

He is still mine. 

"Wow," someone says. Regretfully, the two of us break apart. I stare at his perfect blue eyes for a moment. It's like I have always said; his eyes are the most perfectbue hue in the universe.

His thumb brushes over my cheekbone for a moment, before I see Daphne and Jaime standing at the door. Daph just smirks and pulls Jaime down the hallway.

"You should...get some sleep. This may be selfish to say but; the faster you get the memories back for the others, the faster I get mine."

I grin at him and he smirks back. Then he leaves; probably to interrupt whatever Daph and Jaime were doing.

~ 

We take the jaguar through Star City, on our way to Carrol's house the next day.

Yes; it is her turn. 

Jump City is so beautiful. The lights in the buildings twinkle like artificial stars. I would not mind living here; in fact, I would rather live here than in Blüdhaven.

Unfortunately, Dick would rather live in the crime-pit to generate more activity for Nightwing.

Perhaps I could convince him to live here? There are always Zeta-tubes. He can just take them back to here... even if we have to put a damn Zeta underneath the house.

I look away from the window, to glance at Dick for a second, who is driving. I still remember when I first introduced him to Carrol

Hand in hand, Dick and I found the apartment Carrol lives in. We took the elevator to the floor one from the top. When we were in there, I noticed a small dent in the floor and laughed.

"What?" Dick asked, and I kneeled down, releasing his hand for a sad moment.

"I did this when I was ten! I hung upside down from the top of the elevator. It didn't work out for me," I laughed, scratching my head.

When I straightened up, I didn't retake Dick's hand, and we walked down the hallway to Carrol's apartment. I knocked on the door excitedly.

"Coming!" She called, and a few second later, she opened the door. Carrol has a short, black bob hair-style and stunning purple eyes.

"Hana! I've missed you!" She smiled, opening her arms up to me. I laughed and hugged her, telling her I missed her too. She must have just gotten home from work, judging by her grey office clothes.

"This is R-er, Richard. A friend of mine," I smiled, gesturing to Dick with a smile. I'm sure she got the idea that he was part of the team.

We were invited in.

"Nightwing to Girl Lantern, do you copy?"

I am returned to reality to realise that I have been staring at him forever. I laugh nervously and turn in my seat. I am such an idiot.

"Sorry, just thinking."

"About me?"

"Always," I blurt out, before covering my mouth with my hand. He laughs lightly and I turn away towards the window again, blushing.

"Don't worry. I'm sure I'm always thinking about you too," he says. I end up laughing, then he laughs. For a moment I actually forget that he has no memory of who I had been to him.

We arrive outside Carrol's house. I climb out of the car and walk up the path. I stop and stare at the house, seeing that it has changed a bit.

"Hana? What is it?" 

"Nothing... It's just strange, looking at this place. After my nanny became incapable when I was nine, I moved in with Carrol and Hal. I travelled a lot, but this was my favourite..." I say.

He stands beside me, the summer moon over our heads. When we look at each other, I want to kiss him again. He smiles and takes my hand.

"C'mon. We can do this together," he says. I look at him blankly for a moment, before grinning.

"I'm glad your personality isn't effected," I say, before looking back to the house and walking forward. He doesn't let go of my hand when we reach the porch.

Carrol opens the door, having probably seen us coming.

"Hello," she smiles softly. 

"Hi..."

She steps aside and allows us in. There are photos of me mounted on the wall. I'd imagine that would have been quite strange for her.

"So, Hal explained everything. I hear that you lived with me for a few years."

"Oh! Uhuh. Yeah...things will make sense, afterwards," I say.

We go into the living room. She sits on the sofa. I teleport the chest onto the coffee table and sit on the other side. I put my hands on it.

"Place your hands on mine," I tell her. She does, and I remember the small, green unicorn pillow pet she gave me when I was a child.

"You were like my mom, even though I never said it. After my real mom died and my nanny Lana had to go to a home, I grew to be... depressed, I guess. Hal tried to get me to go back to school, to assist him in Lantern missions and sometimes, even to eat or get up and out of bed. He was rarely successful..."

Telling this story was strange, really. Espcially watching her reactions.

"Then, you got me this little guy. We named him Mathew, which in my eyes had been a boy version of my mom's name. After that, we grew closer. You became the person I looked up to the most. I never admitted that, but I wished I did, Carrol. I'm sorry."

I look at her intenseley for a moment. Her purple eyes are slightly wide, in both shock and confusion.

"Hana," she suddenly whispers.

The chest opens, and a small version of Mathew begins to rise. "Hold one side," I tell Carrol, and she does. The familiar blue energy hits the two of us like a wave.

It washes over me, before sending me backwards forcefully. My back pushes against the couch, stopping me from going anywhere. 

When it clears, Carrol pushes the coffee table aside and jumps on me, crying. I manage to keep it together and smile, hugging her back tightly.

So close. I am so close to returning Dick's memories now. It may be bad of me to say that that is why I want everyone else memories back.

Even now, sitting here looking at him, it hurts. It hurts that he does not remember the most vital points in our relationship.

Dick and I stay for dinner, but the night doesn't end there. Hal does me a favour and invites John over as well. Though I am drained, I am determined to get his memories back.

So whilst the other three eat desert, we sit in the living room like I had done with Carrol. I tell John the story of how he had been so protective of me for the years I spent being his sidekick.

When the memory prompts the chest to work, my first phone which he gave me is the representation. We each repeat the process.

I am stupid. Having not let myself catch my breath or energy, I am tired out. When the energy finishes restoring memories, I find little black dots imparing my vision.

Sleepy time.

~

IM SORRY I'VE BEEN SO ABSENT!

BIG NEWS!

Ugh but first guess what; I have to go back to hell the day after tomorrow.

AKA School.

Seriously I hate it.

BUT; I have a new Tim Drake fanfic coming out; it's super cute! Read the description:

Perfection Is A Prize (A Tim Drake -Robin- Fanfiction) [Young Justice]

She knows there is something strange about her classmate Tim. Boy troubles aside; Adelaide, AKA Spice, has a job to complete for Black Mask. Though she never wanted to be a villain, and has never hurt anybody; a girl's got to do what a girl's got to do. And this girl in particular will do anything for her younger, sick sister. Even if it means giving up her dreams of being the most perfect prima ballerina of all time. The last thing Adelaide expects is to finally return the favour she owes Tim, after finding out the truth about him; he is Robin, protege of the Batman. Amongst all, Adelaide and her sisters will uncover family truths that just may ruin everything they have. Will Spice accept the Team's offer to join them? Will Tim return her feelings like he used to? Will her dreams come true? Find out in Perfection Is A Prize, where flawlessness is an award that goes to the highest bidder.

Yah xD I hope you read it!

Look at the cover!

Stay magical!

-Kaido