He never thought he'd settle down before you. He'd been a playboy for as long as he could remember seeking comfort not only as Batman but in the arms of any model he could get to.

But then he met you, this woman who took one look at him (at his piercing blue eyes and sharp jaw and banged-up knuckles,) and decided that you would treat him not as the millionaire douchebag he was back then, but as a person.

He married you three years after that, and he adopted Dick a year later. He couldn't have asked for a better mother for his children.

Even now, when he comes home bruised and slips into the bed with you and he gets a withering glare for the stench of blood on him, he's glad you choose to stick around.