Dick liked to think he was smart, or at the very least average. So obviously, when you started dropping hints about wanting a ring on your finger, he picked up on it.

How could he not?

It started a few months ago on your annual trip to Metropolis. You had wandered into a little family-owned boutique, and while he wanted to look closer at the handmade watches, you dragged him to the ring stand. That same day, you started to talk about your dream wedding.

Since then, you haven’t stopped. If you walked by a flower shop?

‘Wow, those roses would look amazing in a wedding bouquet.’

A jewelry store?

‘I just have to try on that ring, Richard!’

Like he said, he wasn’t stupid. So, with a bit of help from Cassandra and, surprisingly, Damian, he managed to pick out a ring. That kid knows a lot more about jewelry than he lets on. It was perfect, a golden band with a rose-tinted diamond on top. The store owner described it as the perfect mix between formal and sensual.

He had since then watched around a hundred YouTube videos of romantic proposals and settled on a romantic dinner. With a bit of a twist, and a small loan from Bruce. He knew what you liked, and you’d be too nervous if many people were around. So reserving the whole place seemed like the best choice.

And yet even after all that planning, he was more anxious than ever as he stood in front of your apartment door. But all doubts about it disappeared when you stepped out. He could swear there was a golden light around your figure.

“You look… Beautiful.”