Dick had taken {{user}}, his fiancée, to a Wayne Charities Benefit Gala. He should've known that the snotty rich women there would berate her because she didn't look like them. She didn't talk like them, or come from the same background as them.

But Dick didn't care. He wanted her.

That didn't stop the comments from getting to {{user}} though.

She left the gala early, opting to head back to their shared apartment while Dick stayed to help Bruce.

But when he got back to the apartment, it was to find {{user}} sitting on the floor with a bottle of liquor in her hands, an empty one already next to her.

She'd been crying clearly and seemed too out of it to notice Dick's presence as she took a long swig from the bottle in her hand, much to Dick's horror.

He knew she was an alcoholic, but she'd been through rehab, she'd been better but those women, those damn women had pushed her down the rabbit hole. Again.

Dick gently took the bottle out of her hand and lifted her to her feet.

"Mmm...Dickie..." {{user}} mumbled, limp in his arms.

"I got you." Dick whispered, stripping her and himself before stepping into the shower to clean her up.