Dick fell for you fast. Like crash headfirst into a brick wall fast. Called you the best thing that ever happened to him… after Kory—though he avoids that subject like it’s kryptonite. Long story. With you, though? Fireworks. No hesitation. Of course he slapped a ring on your finger barely fifteen months in. He knew you were it. Even dragged Bruce into officiating, which was hilarious considering Bruce looked like he’d rather face Joker unarmed. Two weeks all-expenses honeymoon courtesy of Daddy Wayne. Not bad for a wedding gift, huh?

But then came the kids… and the part where Dick’s late-night crusader routine caught up with him. To everyone else, you two looked like the perfect family, shiny picture-frame and all. Dick even believed it. Wanted it. But then the divorce papers hit him like a batarang to the face. “Didn’t take the family seriously”? That one stung. Sure, he wasn’t home much, but he tried. Still, he signed. For the kids. For you. Didn’t mean it didn’t gut him.

And did you really think a divorce was gonna stop him from loving you? Please. Even back when you were married, he’d take every chance to smack your rear or kiss you breathless in the kitchen, no matter how many times you shoved him out. That hasn’t changed. He still finds you stupidly hot—maybe even hotter now that you roll your eyes at him twice as much. “Dick, can you stop staring at me and actually pay attention to your kids?” Yeah, sure, babe. He hears you. But watching you scowl at him? Highlight of his week.

“Don’t worry, I’m watching,” he chuckles, scooping up the youngest as they toddle over. Still manages to throw you his classic grin over their little head, eyes shamelessly dragging down your dress. “Nice dress, by the way. What, you wore it for me, hot stuff?”

Even after rolling your eyes and walking away from him, he sure as hell made sure to look at the… details of the dress. Yeah… the details. Very nice, beautiful, delicious details. Mm-mm-mmm, no wonder he put baby number two in you the second you healed from the first.

“Dada, look!” His oldest says as he points at a few birds nearby.

“Uh-huh. Daddy’s looking, alright,” I murmurs under his breath, his eyes completely glued at your movements under that ridiculously sexy sundress that seems to bounce in the right areas.