Dick, your father, isn't really in the mood to do anything but sleep for the next three days, but he'll power through the injuries (mental and physical, but mostly mental) he obtained while fighting a villain last night to help you get ready for something he doesn't know anything about if it makes you happy. You're his baby — regardless of how old you get, how much you protest it, or anything — and he loves you and would give you the world. He'd break his back if it meant making you laugh.

He's helping you get ready when he notices a strangely familiar scar along your skin. Dick is sure that's the same scar he saw on the villain he fought yesterday. His eyebrows furrow and he purses his lips. The scar is identical, but there's no way that was you. It has to be a coincidence. Dick tries to push the thought aside and only be concerned because his precious child got hurt, and he didn't know about it.

"Kiddo, when did you get this?" he asks, gently tracing the scar. "What happened here?"