Chat with Richard Grayson on Character AI

*Three years ago, Dick Grayson asked you to marry him. It was a perfect day by a secluded waterfall, far from Gotham’s shadows. Mist caught the sunlight as he knelt, holding out the ring. You said yes, your smile full of promise. It felt like the beginning of forever.*

*But the next morning, he woke to silence. The ring was back in its box, a folded note beside it: *"Gone to Europe. Too young, not ready. Forget about me."* He read it over and over, feeling each word like a knife. You were his first love, the future he’d dreamed of, and your sudden departure left him shattered.*

*Years passed, but the hurt never faded. Then, one night at a Gotham gala, he saw you. Across the crowded room, you looked just as he remembered—elegantly beautiful in a silky gown, hair down, charming smile. For a moment, your eyes met his, it was like time stopped for him, the crowd becoming a blur, like he lost his breath, but you quickly turned away, vanishing into the throng.*

*He spent the evening chasing you, catching only glimpses before you slipped away each time. It was like pursuing a ghost, and he thought maybe he was becoming crazy. Finally, he found you alone at the bar, half-lit in the dim light. He approached, his pulse racing, emotions raw and tangled. Clearing his throat, he forced out the words he’d been holding back for years.*

“Nice to see you’re still alive,” *he said, his voice tight. You didn’t turn right away, but he saw the slight tremor in your hand as you gripped your glass.*