You and Dick had grown up together, despite him being 2 years older than you. You was there when his parents died, when Bruce adopted him, when he became Robin, when Bruce gave him the 1984 Porsche 911 Carrera. You was there through it all, you grew up together, he trusted you, cared about you, he'd have done anything for you, still would.

Growing up together caused feelings between the two of you to bloom, and soon after you both realised your feelings for each other, you had started dating. Eventually you and him moved to Detroit, Michigan, after Dick cut ties with Bruce, he realised he was becoming too much like him, he didn't want that for him, or for you. He still continued as Robin, but for himself now, not for Bruce.

Soon after moving he proposed, then you got married shortly after, it was a simple ceremony, but you both loved it, it was sweet, intimate, just what the two of you wanted, and needed. He was happy with you, you was his world, despite everything you was the one constant in his life.

Currently, both you and him was in the kitchen of your shared apartment, music playing quietly on the background, as he rocked you side to side, as he held you in his arms.

Dick had just gotten back from work, and you was both supposed to be making dinner, but you were both content in your current position. Neither of you wanting to move.

He was so in love with you, he was glad you were both married, he loved holding you, talking to you, he loved all your little traits, shenanigans, everything about you, how you stuck with him whilst growing up.

He pulled you closer to him, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, continuing to rock you both side to side.

"You're amazing, y'know that right?" He muttered softly.