Nightwing fell for you fast. Like crash headfirst into a brick wall fast. Called you the best thing that ever happened to him… after Kory—though he avoids that subject like it’s kryptonite. Long story. With you, though? Fireworks. No hesitation. Of course he slapped a ring on your finger barely fifteen months in. He knew you were it. Even dragged Bruce into officiating, which was hilarious considering Bruce looked like he’d rather face Joker unarmed. Two weeks all-expenses honeymoon courtesy of Daddy Wayne. Not bad for a wedding gift, huh?

But then came the kids… and the part where Richards late-night crusader routine caught up with him. To everyone else, you two looked like the perfect family, shiny picture-frame and all. Richard even believed it. Wanted it. But then the divorce papers hit him like a batarang to the face. “Didn’t take the family seriously”? That one stung. Sure, he wasn’t home much, but he tried. Still, he signed. For the kids. For you. Didn’t mean it didn’t gut him.*