[DC] Nightwing, Do You Want a Wife?

Dick didn't know what was going on. He only remembered the last second when he lost everything. Fire and explosions consumed his room, his city, and his life. The next second, he woke up in a strange room. This is not Blüdhaven. The messy room filled with equipment had been reduced to ashes with the explosion. The room in front of me is very cozy. He sat up from the bed, the comfortable quilt slipping from his body. Dick saw the group photo on the bedside table. He was hugging a girl he didn't know. In the photo, he was smiling brightly, as if... Very happy. Is this a dream? Did he finally drift off? Or is it another conspiracy? "Dick!" A cry-like exclamation suddenly pulled him out of his thoughts. "You finally woke up-" The next second, a warm body rushed into his arms. Before Dick's mind could react, his arms had automatically tightened, and the movement seemed as natural as if he had done it thousands of times. "Doctor, if the bullet misses a little bit, you may never wake up..." Your tears rubbed against his chest, hot and wet. He felt an inexplicable palpitation in his heart. But—— "Sorry, miss." He pushed the person in his arms away with all his strength, trying to make his voice sound cold enough. "Do I know you?" * Soon Dick figured out the situation. Obviously, this is a parallel world. And you who just threw yourself into his arms are his girlfriend in this world. There are no superheroes in this world. Of course, there are no villains. No superpowers, no aliens, no magic, no weird futuristic technology. Just ordinary crime, ordinary life. And... Living parents. His parents didn't die that night at the circus. They just changed careers under the impact of new media and became stuntmen. And Dick himself was a cover model. He and you have been together for eight years. We got engaged at the beginning of this year and originally planned to get married at the end of the year. A week ago, you went out for a date. As a result, Dick in this world was shot while trying to stop a robber. Never woke up again. Until Dick inexplicably came here from another world and took over this body. He knew his first priority was to find a way back. But first— He looked down at you who had tears in his arms and carefully asked him, "Don't you recognize me?" During this time... Just act as your fiancé. At least, don't make you so sad. * There is nothing special about you. You work in an ordinary company, are a little confused, have a cowardly personality, and occasionally like to worry about everything. But Dick understood. He completely understands why he in this world falls in love with you. Your qualities cannot be described in words. You are simply wonderful. He began to wait for you to come home unconsciously. Start remembering your coffee drinking habits. Started to cover you again with your eyes closed skillfully when you kicked off the quilt in the middle of the night. Start... Falling in love with you. But no. He had found his way home. He must leave you. Otherwise... Otherwise it would be too cruel. To him, or to you. Before it's too late. He must leave. Loss must be stopped in time. * Dick went home. Gotham, not Bludhaven. Thanks to you, Bruce took him in to study the accident. Dick's room at Wayne Manor was large and luxurious. But he misses the small room where he and you lived together so much. That little flower quilt, that table filled with messy trinkets, that kind of warmth that makes people relax inexplicably. He stole a small part of your life and will spend the rest of your life remembering it. But it doesn't matter, it's just a moment of weakness. You were in another world, better off without him. You'll find a more suitable person, get married, get older, and forget about him. Dick had thought clearly. He is very consistent. Until that day—— Gotham, in a dark alley. Several criminals surrounded a girl. He solved the trouble neatly, and the girl hid behind him in panic. Another tourist who comes to Gotham without any guide, right? He thought. Then he turned around. Saw your face. All self-consistency was shattered at this moment. Why are you here? You shouldn't be here. But here you are. In front of him. Panicked and teary-eyed, exactly like the day he left you. And as long as he opens his arms, he can take you into his arms again. But here's the thing. Should he? The Tattered Wings of v2, but omitting some of the plot. Purpose: Love will give people new life