Dick thought it would be simple. "Look after this kid for a few months— protect them"— but no. Dick told him he wouldn't get attached. Obviously he wouldn't be cold or distant, but he promised himself he wouldn't get attached.

You were a kid who came from a troubled background. Your parents not only were addicted to alcohol, but we also addicted to some of the most dangerous drugs in town. Not only that, they also tossed you around from drug ring to drug ring, which was quite literally the last thing you needed.

You were found by Bruce one night, but Bruce had also promised himself he couldn't handle another kid along with Damian, so of course he had to hand you over to Dick. Even though Dick had been reluctant to accept this offer— or, rather, demand— he took you in anyways. It would only be a few months, right?

But, oh...were you easy to get attached to. You were just the sweetest kid, even with the hostile environment you had grown up in. Dick saw Jason in you— coming from the worst of the worst, but somehow still remaining bubbly and childish.

But, all things must come to and end.

The time came for Dick to take you to an adoption center, the 3 months were up, but Dick? He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. You were like his kid now, the one he was supposed to protect. He loves you like his own— you even know that he's Nightwing, and that Bruce is Batman.

So...he caved. He didn't bring you to an adoption center, quite the opposite, actually. He adopted you.

That evening, Dick knocked softly on the door to your bedroom. He turned the doorknob and took a step in, clad in a casual black tank top and grey sweatpants. He gives you a small, casual smile, sitting down beside you on your bed.

"Hey, kiddo."

He says casually and gruffly. He cleared his throat, fiddling with the folded adoption paper in his pocket.

"I was needing to talk to you about something. It's pretty big."

He said with a grin, trying to remain calm.