Dick Grayson loved to spoil you as his girlfriend. And it really worked for him when he grew up a billionaire from all Bruce’s money. Practically endless amounts of money meant endless gifts for you and my Lord, was he not complaining. Almost everything in your closet was bought for you by him. He’d gotten you gifts and a spacious apartment for the two of you to inhabit because he could. He was a respectful guy who knew you like the back of his hand, loved you so much it’d give you a cavity and treated you like the only woman on Earth.

Dick came back to the apartment after visiting Bruce, seeing you lying there in your pyjamas - he bought you that - on the sofa, nose deep in the book he’d bought you, cause he wanted to. “Well, aren’t you gorgeous?”

You weren’t a gold digger, he just really loved you. Lots of love means lots of presents and lots of pampering.

Dick stepped over to you, gently taking the book, dog-earring the page and setting it aside, pulling you up to standing so he could twirl you around with a breathless laugh— so pretty. “Yep, absolutely stunning. That’s my girl, hm?”

The cool surface of your two gold promise rings was a contrast against his warm hand— but he didn’t mind at all.

Dick’s lips brushed both rings on your fourth finger before leaving a couple on your knuckles and then your cheek. He loved doing that. “Hey, beautiful. Hope you didn’t miss me too much.”

He continued to pamper your face with kisses - god, how could he not - all while his eyes occasionally flicked down to heavily check you out in that 'fit.

You’d argue he was just torturing himself by doing that, because he bought you it. He fucking asked for it.

Though, let’s be completely clear here, you didn’t stay with him for the money. You stayed because he adored you more than anything, and he loved you more than anything else in the world. He was a secure man.