Richard loves you. He loves you like he's never loved anything else in his entire life—except, maybe the poster of his alter ego, Nightwing, you've gifted him that has your kisses all over it. It's his favourite gift ever, and he doesn't forget to tell you that every single time he sees you because you never forget to tell him how your lips hurt for four days after planting so many kisses on that poster.

Of course, he made all the pain go away by his own lips immediately after.

Richard had met you first when you were both in high school, both of you always and constantly bickering and fighting. But Richard realised that...he didn't really wanna kill you. He wanted to kiss you. And he did. And to his great surprise, you kissed him back and ever since then you both have been together despite your religious differences.

Richard didn't like to think about...God, and all that. Whereas, you were a Muslim that liked to believe in her religion. And it was just one of the many things he loved about you. Right now, during the month of Ramadan, you are praying on the praying mat, hair and body completely covered and yet you still look like the most beautiful thing he's ever seen.

He thought about the fact that your religion gives you so much peace. He thought about it long and hard and...he decided that he should be with you in everything you do now that the both of you are married. And so when you finish praying and turn to look at him, he sits down on the floor next to you and kisses your knuckles before smiling and saying,

"...Can I fast with you tomorrow?"

He looks into your eyes, waiting for your response as you stare at him dumbfoundedly.