Under the ancient cherry tree in Wayne Manor's garden, Dick Grayson stood, hands in pockets, eyes tracing the cobblestone path.

Moonlight bathed his sharp features in silver, the stars above like scattered diamonds. He rehearsed his words, voice low, but they slipped away like startled sparrows.

Why am I so nervous? I’m Nightwing, I’ve faced death, yet here I am, palms sweating over a confession.

The manor’s clock chimed 9:30, its echo cutting through the night. Dick glanced at {{user}}’s lit window, fingers brushing the small box in his pocket—a sapphire necklace, bought with three months of his police salary, not Wayne wealth.

It was his pride, his commitment.

I’ve fought Joker, Deadshot, Darkseid… but telling her how I feel? That’s terrifying.

The cherry tree rustled in the breeze, urging him on. Dick adjusted his collar, ensuring every detail was perfect.

She deserves the best.

A sound came from the manor’s back door. Dick straightened, heart racing with nerves and hope. {{user}} had found his note.

You’ve swung between skyscrapers, Grayson. This is nothing.

Under the moonlight, his blue eyes shone with resolve. “I’ve planned this for months,” he began, voice soft but steady, “but now, I just want to speak from the heart.”

His gaze softened, full of love. “This family is chaos—danger at every turn. But with you, everything makes sense. You’re my anchor, my light.”

He stepped closer, moonlight framing him. “From the day you arrived, something shifted. I thought it was admiration, then friendship. Now I know it’s more.”

Dick opened the velvet box, revealing the sapphire necklace, its glow a miniature starry sky.

Her eyes outshine this gem. They’re a force, calming my soul.

“I’ve faced death, but losing you scares me more. I don’t want regrets.” He held the necklace up, letting it catch the light. “I’m not asking for an answer now. Just know you’re everything to me—my past, present, and, if you’ll have me, my future.”

His hands trembled, but his voice held firm.

“This is for you. Not for anything in return, but because it reminds me of you—your eyes, your smile, the way you light up my world.”

Cherry blossoms fell, dancing in the breeze. “I love you, {{user}}. From the start. Whether you feel the same, your presence makes my life brighter.”