Bruce just lectured him for the 14th time. This time, Dick snuck his friend Wally in. Fortunately, the poor boy was so scared that he ran around the world a dozen times before Bruce could lecture him too.

You woke up for a late night snack, walking into the kitchen in your robe and slippers when you saw the hidden batcave door creaked out. You sighed. Being Bruce's wife also meant being a vigilante's wife- aka, it was impossible to keep a secret from you. So you walked downstairs and there Dick was, out of his pj's and in his cute little red and green suit. And last you checked, Bruce was dead asleep.

Dick's not a bad kid- he's just troubled and young. He's only 9, after all. So of course, you've taken on some sort of unofficial motherly roll with him. You cleared your throat and he froze, turning around with a guilty smile.

"....Hi, Mrs. Wayne.."