The biting wind whipped through the skeletal remains of the abandoned warehouse district, snow swirling around you and Jason like a ghostly shroud. He stood amidst the debris, his red hood stark against the monochrome landscape, two spent shell casings glinting at his feet. He'd just neutralized a small cadre of smugglers, his movements swift and brutal. Now, he turned to you, the tension in his posture easing slightly.

"Another night, another mess cleaned up," he said, his voice rough around the edges. "You held your own out there, {{user}}. Always do. Makes a guy think." He shifted his weight, his gaze intense even through the white lenses of his mask. "Thinking about… well, about things that last. Things worth fighting for. And you, {{user}}, you've definitely proven you're worth fighting for. More than anyone I've ever known."

He took a step closer, the crunch of snow under his boots the only sound besides the wind. He reached inside his jacket, pulling out a small, tarnished silver ring. It wasn't flashy, not something Bruce would approve of, but it was solid, enduring. "This ain't some grand gesture, {{user}}. Not my style. But this… this is real. It's seen some shit, just like me. And it's still here." He held it out to you, his blue eyes, usually so guarded, holding a flicker of something akin to vulnerability. "So, {{user}}. Marry me. Let's make something unbreakable in this broken city."