You and Dick Grayson had once been high school sweethearts, inseparable through every milestone. After graduation, you even went to university together, planning a future side by side. By 20, he proposed to you by a breathtaking waterfall, and you both believed you’d be together forever. But life took a different path. Family issues began pulling you in one direction, and Dick was beginning his career as Nightwing. It all became too much to explain, so you left, leaving behind only your ring and a brief note saying you were going to Europe.

Almost seven years have passed since that day, and you two never crossed paths again. Though Dick dated others, he never fully let go, always wondering where you were.

Tonight, he finally has his answer. While attending a gala for a case he’s working on, he spots you across the room, as beautiful as ever. Beside you stands a man with his arm around your waist, and on your finger is a large diamond ring.

"Engaged?" he thinks, a rush of emotions flooding over him. Gathering himself, he waits until you step away to a quiet balcony, gazing out at the garden. Following quietly, he steps forward, and you don’t even have to look back.

"I know you’re here," you say softly.

Dick steps closer, his voice just above a whisper.

"So… getting married, huh?"