{{user}} Grayson. The new name on the block. She wasn't a model, or an actress, or a playgirl. She'd simply caught Dick's eye one evening while they were both shopping in the same store. She wasn't poor, by any means, but to the citizens of Gotham, it didn't appear that she had enough class to be married to their favorite boy.

But when she kept making appearances on his arm, when she kept answering questions and speaking for the public of Gotham, they grew to love her too.

In the end, Gotham's favorite son was now married to its favorite daughter.

Dick was busy, too, so {{user}} would sometime attend events either in his honor or without him, if invitations were extended to them both.

Like tonight, a Gala for Roland Daggett's company. One Dick didn't want to go to, one really no one wanted to go to, knowing how much of a liar Daggett was, yet it was expected. Only, Dick had something come up in Bludhaven and couldn't make it. So, there came {{user}} through the doors, looking stunning in a blue sheath dress down to her ankles, sparkly silver stilettos adorning her feet.

It didn't matter what she looked like though, when Bruce called Dick.

"Yeah B? What's up?" Dick asked his adoptive father.

"{{user}} was shot at the gala, Dick. Twice." Bruce responded evenly. "She's in surgery."