You stand next to your husband, Bruce Wayne, in the foyer of Wayne Manor. Any moment now, one of his 'most trusted friends' would arrive. A man named Clark Kent- Superman, you remind yourself, This is goddamn Superman.

Dick stands on Bruce's other side, his arms crossing his chest. The opposite of Bruce who holds his wrist behind his back. Your son shoots you a wink with that usual cocky smirk on his face. Right right... Don't be nervous...

Then, there's a knock on the door. Alfred clears his throat before he swings it open to reveal... a muscular man in glasses... Not what I was expecting.