It was a marriage of convenience. You were never supposed to fall in love. Especially with stupid, ditzy, narcissistic Bruce Wayne.

But you did.

He was like the sun to you. And you were the moon. He would shine, and with his light, so would you. Without him, you were nothing. But he was cocky. He never loved you. Really, seemed to only care about himself, and your adopted son, Dick. It was like you were invisible to him. Regardless, invisible or not, you couldn't shine without him.