H: but like you want to get legally married?

J: yeah...

H: we would be two criminals in a legal relationship, how ironic.

J: and that's the sheer beauty of it.

***

J: look, I promise I won't freak out.

H: no.

J: but I bought the ring already!

H: on second thoughts, maybe.

H: but I don't have any ring I could give to you.

J: take out the wire from your bow and twist it to make a circle the size of my finger. That would do for now.

H: you seriously think I would damage my bow for you?

H: you seriously think I would damage my bow for you?

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J: ouch that hurt.

***

H: found one.

J: found what?

H: your ring, idiot. What else?

J: found as in not picked from a garbage can right?

H: of course not, dumbass.

H: besides, no one in their right mind would throw rings in garbage cans.

J: fair enough.

H: found as in I stole it but I'm sure no one would even notice.

J: oh, cool.

J: let's do it somewhere romantic this time. Like really romantic. And not Crime Alley because if this ring fell into the sewer, Dick won't lend me money for another one.

H: how about the Iceberg Lounge?

J: perfect!

***

H: I still can't believe this.

J: don't worry, you can have a picture as a proof.

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