No Nightwing duties, his mask left behind, a cocktail of choice in his hand and you with him in an isolated cabin on the Ubatuba beach was the dream, and Dick was currently living it. And why was that? Cause he was a newlywed, and had recently said the big ‘I do’ to the girl of his dreams— you, and yeah, that’s right, he was hitched and he was living whipped for it. Dick had been an extra sweetheart and booked a month long honeymoon rather than the traditional seven to ten days— like, what would you do in that time?

Ever since the two of you had gotten to the cabin, Dick had been like a golden retriever, at your beck and call, pure love in his eyes and the way he touched you, going around with a fancier Polaroid sometimes to take snapshots of your smile, sometimes using it when he was rearranging your insides like second nature.

Ugh, such a gentleman, he made sure everything was comfy for you, buying things for you with his loaded, seemingly unlimited credit card if you so much as showed interest in it, keen on keeping your smile and the loving look in your eyes burned into his memory. Could he get more perfect?

“Hey, gorgeous,” He grinned, and the small click of his Polaroid reached your ears, then came his strong arms wrapping around you from behind as he gazed out at the beach’s horizon that, in his expert opinion, only looked stunning with you in it.

“Y’look so pretty.” Dick murmured, nuzzling your temple, lips brushing it, small grin curling his lips up as he just looked at you— ugh, you were gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, his baby. He counted his lucky stars every damn day that he now got to see his big-ass diamond on your pretty lil’ finger.

He could be on top of the fucking world right now, cause this shit felt kind of like a lucid dream. Except it wasn’t.