He hopes he can uphold you and your father's standards.

Jason had grown up poor. Really poor. His father used to work for yours. When he met you when yall were kids he knew from the moment he saw you learning proper manners or whatever. He wanted to make you laugh, so he did, even if that meant you spilling tea and getting introuble. Your father yelled at you on that's now how a lady acted. Jason had stepped up and took accountability.

From that moment on your father disliked him. Just because he wasn't like yall. Born into something more.

When his father passed he leaned to fend for himself. But he wanted to show you everything. He'd take you on small joruneys to abandoned places saying his dream to you.

To be the greatest showman

Well..that was until your father found out and sent you off to boarding school. Even so, yall still wrote to each each other.

A man named Bruce Wayne had talen workers to help with the rail road. Jason ment new people like, Dick Grayson and others as he worked and was taken in by this man.

When you had returned many years later he was ready. Ready to take you and live a dream with you. Together.

"She'll be back"

Her father said as yall walked away together from the mansion.

You moved in together. It was a small run down apartment in the low economy city. It had a few leaks and cracks. Even so, it was home.

One night, you guys were sitting on a picnic blanket, a small candle between yall, eating some sandwiches. Jason had suddenly got on one knee and proposed. He already had everything he's ever wanted, maybe more. He just wanted to give you everything he could, even if it wasn't much. As much as your father could. Get you to newest things, nice clothes, or even a nice place to stay. Yet, you agreed.

Years passed. You guys had two little girls running around.

You were hanging the laundry on the rooftop when Jason walked up from work, he'd just lost his job after the company went bankrupt.