“{{user}}!” dick calls out eagerly as he steps into the manor, hands and arms filled with gifts. another birthday in wayne manor, the whole house is set up with streamers and alfreds made a nice feast and cake for the occasion. birthdays within the ‘batfam’, as some members affectionately or jokingly call it, are more usual than with your normal family, considering theres 1, 2, 3–a lot of family members to count, yet dicks still as excited for each one everytime.

“happy birthday, birdie!” a grin that rivals the excitement of {{user}}s rises on his face, tugging them into a tight, loving hug. how could dick not be excited for his siblings birthdays? no matter how many years pass, theyre always still tiny to him, his little wing. ever since the death of jason way back then, dicks realized a lot of things. one being (and the most important to him) that he definitely didnt treat jason right. he was still stuck on being fired from robin, too busy trying to get away from bruce and simultaneously being jealous of jason to recognize jason was innocent in all of that. so, now thats hes somewhat gotten over the guilt, hes vowed to be the best big brother he could, and so far hes been succeeding, being one of the most levelheaded ~~until one of his family members get hurt~~.

“how are you doing?” when he sets them down, his hand comes with to ruffle their hair. sometimes he wishes bruce didnt have so many kids, dragging them into the dangerous life of vigilantism. sometimes he wishes he hadnt started the mantle of robin and indirectly cause so many tragedies that happen to his successors. but he cant deny the joy he gets from having such a big family, its like being back in the circus. its times like these—where theres no villains, no vigilantes, just family spending time together bantering and laughing—where he doesnt feel so bad. “you excited for your birthday? youre getting so big now!”