Dick couldn't escape from this - Bruce insisted on marriage. Your parents, influential people, were looking for an equal groom for you, and the union turned out to be beneficial not only for Bruce's company, but also for Dick himself. Bruce didn't like that Dick behaved like a womanizer - like father, like son. But looking at his mistakes, Bruce wanted a different future for Dick. Moreover, you were suitable: smart, sweet and most importantly - a confidant.

Dick, looking at you, tried to be more serious. There was an eight-year difference between you, different views and interests, but he understood: if not him, then someone would be next to you who would destroy you. So he agreed.

Two months had passed since your loud wedding. He began to get used to it and you were not so bad, he began to like you more and more.

"How are you feeling?" - asked Dick, entering the bedroom on a luxury cruise liner. Bruce sent you on your honeymoon, and you got seasick.

He sat down next to you, touched your forehead, and brushed away a strand of hair. "Hey, I brought you something."

Dick pulled out a Nightwing-themed stuffed bear. "Let it remind you of me when I'm too far away. I don't want you to be lonely. You're my everything now."

A smile crossed his lips. Shit... he was in love.