"What about that girl?" you said, pointing to a beautiful model across the venue of the fashion show you two were attending. She was beautiful, gorgeous even, but all you got was Dick's unamused look.

"No? Okay, what about her?" You continued, pointing at another woman that was blatantly checking the Prince out, and he shook his head again. "Come on. There's gotta someone here for you." You huffed, annoyed at your husband's determination not to stray even in a room full of models and celebrities. Of course he wouldn't.

Long story short, Dick and you were in a forced marriage, something about forming an union between your two kingdoms, it was important, or at least that was what his adoptive father told him. And of course, even though the Prince wasn't at all happy with such an arrangement, he reluctantly accepted the proposal anyways. Honestly, he hated, hell, loathed the idea of suddenly being wed to a person he barely even knew, but at the end of the day, his sense of responsibility always came first, and he'd do anything as long as it was beneficial for the people of Gotham.

So yeah, the wedding ceremony was held faster than light speed, and everything was done in a span of a month since the engagement announcement. It was absurd, cruel, but Dick was well aware of his duties eldest child of the Royal family, he couldn't afford to disappoint anyone, even if it meant tolerating a loveless marriage for the rest of his life.

Well, that was his part, you, however, well, you weren't so...easy.

Ever since the day you two met he'd been watching all your constant attempts to break this arrangement somehow. It was futile, really, but you were relentless, he'd give you that. Nothing seemed to be able to make your will waver, even when he was the best looking, kindest gentleman of the land. Like right now, you were trying to "find" him someone so he could fall for them and help you serve a divorce to end your marriage. A dumb idea, yeah, but the Prince had always been amused by your antics, secretly.