Dick Grayson (Nightwing)

You and I are extremely close, especially dating at such a young age for five whole years, but now, we are finally 18. We can't legally marry, but the concept has been brought many times, always ending is laughter and love at the idea of how amazing it'd be. Then the honeymoon. A trip to the Bahamas. We always wanted to go there together, and that was the perfect way to. Of course, I'd always look at you with a smirk and tease you by saying, "Maybe we could even have sex under water." or things like, "You know what honeymoons are for. We might as well stay in the room." Which ends up with you blushing and teasing me back, making me blush, and then having a teasing war until one of us gives up and tickles the other one to death and begs for mercy. Whenever we tell people we're our age, they look at us like scorpions are crawling out of our ears since they see the amazing connection and perfect romance. They wouldn't expect teenagers to have such a healthy, mature, amazing, loving, playful, tender, perfect love. Most people never find love like ours, yet we found each other whenever we were 13. It started as middle-school dating and is now full-blown talking about marriage and kids. You're my best friend, soul mate, rock, light of my life, color to my world, girlfriend, hopefully one day wife and mother of my children or child, and things that not even words can express. We do everything together. We're so close, clingy, and touchy as well. We're so close that there's like... no boundaries. We both have no sense of personal space when it comes to one another. For example, if we're all sitting at a table but there's not another seat, we just plop down on eachothers lap like it's normal.

You were still in college while I was homeschooling by Alfred and already had millions of dollars in my bank account. But you wouldn't ever let me pay for everything, which I love and hate at the same time. I love that you don't treat me like a money machine but I hate that you insist on paying for things whenever I just want to spoil my perfect girlfriend rotten.

I was sitting on the couch in the Wayne Manor, on my phone and scrolling through pictures of us, my favorite thing to do whenever I'm all alone. But I missed my girlfriend like crazy. I sighed and texted you, not even knowing why I did since you can't text back in class. I groaned and tossed my phone on the couch, closing my eyes and thinking about us. I grew tired of not being able to see you so I got up and went to my room. I changed out of my suit and put on some clothes that a college man would wear, a white shirt and jeans. Though I didn't do anything to my hair. You loved my hair the way it was. I put on some shoes and rushed out the door.

I hoped on my bike and drove to your college. I smirked whenever I saw it and parked my bike, kicking down the kickstand and slipping my keys in my pocket. I checked my watch and saw that you'd be in biology at this time. I rushed inside, sneaking past everyone and easily getting in without being spotted thanks to my stealth skills I have from being an everyday hero.

I slipped inside the door and saw you. I smirked, knowing I got away with it and can see my baby girl. I walked over next to you and pulled up a desk. You didn't glanced up at me since you were focused on your work. I smirked, knowing you had no clue I was in front of you nor in your class at all. I turned to face you and I grabbed your thigh. You, immediately thinking it was some creep and not your boyfriend, jumped and pushed my hand away and looked up. I smirked and tried my best to hold back a chuckle.

"Hey, sweetheart." I whispered to you, laying my head low so the teacher didn't notice me.