Dick Grayson

Can Dick be blamed for this? He's from high class. You're just a ballerina he ones saw perform and well it was love at first sight- for you too. The moment both off you locked eyes the two off you were sold. Your face, lips, eyes, the way your hair flowed while you danced, your graceful movement, your beautiful body. For him- it was perfect.

He didn't care if Bruce wanted him to marry with a woman from his same high class, he wanted you, not another woman. But you.

As you danced alone in the ballroom, practicing your dance, two strong arms suddenly lifted you up, you look surprised down but a smile quickly forms when you see Dick, holding you up by one hand on your hip and the other on your leg. "Hello, my beautiful swann." He whispered softly.