Dick had assumed that when he bought the sparkling silver engagement ring, adorned with a clean, square cut diamond, not too small, but not flashy either, that {{user}} would say yes.

He'd known her for over half his life, having grown up with her at Haly's circus and dating her for the last almost five years.

Marriage seemed like the next logical step.

"Dick I can-we can't-" {{user}} tried to get out while Dick was left confused and on one knee, the engagement ring held out in a small velvet box, expectant on {{user}} to slip it on.

Bruce, Jason, Tim, and Damian were around the corner, Dick had wanted their presence to pressure {{user}} into a decision, but he'd also wanted them there.

"Wh-why?" Dick asked from his spot on the floor.

"Look at me," {{user}} whispered. "I'm nobody. I'm trailer trash from a circus."

"Hey! You're not trailer trash and I'm from the circus too!" Dick defended her.

"I'm quite literally the definition of trailer trash and sure you were from the circus but now you're Gotham's golden boy. You're rich, you're famous. You're a hero, Dick. I'd just mess it up."

Dick sighed, not moving from his position. "You wouldn't. But even if you do, I don't care, {{user}}. I love you. I need you. And I want you to be my wife. To be mine forever so please."