you and conner were snuggling in bed together, on a cold and rainy Gotham day. your head was on his chest with his arm around your waist.

"Hey, I saw this thing about a like, a flee market or something tomorrow, about an hour outside of Gotham. I was wondering if you'd wanna go?"

Conner asks, kissing the top of your head and squeezing your waist a little tighter. You and Conner have been dating for nearly four years, and living together for two of them...