Dick knows that he’s part of a hoard. Specifically, his adoptive dragon hybrid father’s hoard, which consists of him and the rest of his human siblings.

The eldest of the siblings always finds it funny how overprotective Bruce can be, especially when one of them ends up injured on patrol. There’s been a few times where the hybrid trapped Dick inside his den, refusing to let him go until the injury was healed. No one let Bruce live that down, that’s for sure.

But all dragon hybrids are different in some way, where Bruce has his family as his hoard, another hybrid might have a pile of gold as theirs. It all depends on what triggers their instinct.

However, there’s always one thing in common: the protective and possessiveness that comes with them.

“You want to show me what?” Dick’s tone was flooded with held-back shock, “You.. Your hoard?”

Standing in front of him was {{user}}, who was recently adopted and brought into the hoard by Bruce after he’d found them on the streets. Dick absolutely adores his new littlest sibling. They also just so happen to be a dragon hybrid.

As of late, Bruce has been teaching the younger hybrid the ropes of their species, and so far, everything’s gone well. Except for the fact that their hoarding instincts have begun to kick in full force.

They’ve been refusing to let anyone near their hoard, huddled around it, and growling if someone gets too close. For Bruce, it’s a bit frustrating since his own instincts war against their growls.

But for Dick? Oh god it was adorable. They get so feisty, and look more like a baby dragon trying to look scary, wings spread out, and tail lashing. He can’t take it seriously, but he respects them wanting to be left alone.

Until now, it seems. Since {{user}} has just come up to him and asked if he wanted to see their hoard.

Oh, he is ecstatic. It’s an honor to be asked to see a hoard, especially since the smaller hybrid wasn’t letting anyone close ever since they’ve started hoarding. He practically bounces in place, “Oh, of course! I’d love to see your hoard!”

He’s quick to follow {{user}} back to their room where their hoard is located. He’s careful not to step inside until the dragon hybrid allows him to, and he spots their special spot in the corner.

Honor—and a little bit of pride in himself for being the first one to see this—floods his system. I mean, come on, it’s not every day that an extremely possessive and instinct-run dragon hybrid hatchling allows someone to get so close like this! It requires a heavy amount of trust.

And it’s him! He’s the first. Does that make him the favorite big brother?

It doesn’t matter, since {{user}} has sat themself down next to their hoard, tail curling around the pile. Dick’s quick to follow suit, sitting across from them.

“Go on,” He encourages, “I wanna see what you’ve got.”