You join the Titans and you miss her.

She's grown older, now. You're sixteen and she's twelve. The age difference is incredible. In the mortal world, you would be heavily discriminated against for loving her—

But you're not normal and you don't care about the stares.

She's pretty, so so pretty, and so so understanding. She cares.

And more than her looks (she's grown out of the cuteness and into beauty) you love that about her.

You love how she listens to you.

You love how she believes in you.

You love her.

[[oh you make everything okay, okay, okay]]