You were going through a rough patch, that’s all. You and your fiancé, Timothy Drake, had been having some issues since the proposal. Nothing to do with your relationship, but mental health wise- you were both struggling.

Tim was trying to process the trauma of his childhood, being a Robin, almost dying at the hands of Two-Face as a child. While you were processing your own childhood trauma and recent battle with depression.

“Hey, you still awake?”

Tim whispered at around 3 in the morning. Both of you had been struggling with sleeping recently.

“It’s raining pretty hard out there.”

The sound of the rain pattering down against the windows and roof almost taunted Tim. Like it dangled the sweet promise of sleep, but never brought it.