"Yeah, maybe a little." It wasn't the alcohol talking. It was the alcohol handing out the script, but it was Dick that had written it. "But you've seen me at my worst. And you've seen me through my worst. Because we held each other when Bruce was sick. Because when the world was ending, you... well, you basically cared more about me than I cared about myself. When London was under attack and you had every reason to crumble, you didn't. You're one of the strongest people I know. I... I'm babbling. Ha. I can make a list about the things to love about you, y'know."
He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her. "And mostly... mostly because I do love you."