Dick Grayson shifted on his hip, balancing Bruce’s youngest with ease, though the little one squirmed and squealed in delight. “Whoa, easy there,” he murmured, his voice soft but playful, tilting his head so the baby could see his face. “We don’t want to knock over the laundry mountain… or the workout gear… or, well, my entire apartment.”

Haley, his grey-and-white pitbull puppy with one front leg, padded around their feet, snuffling at a stray sock and wagging her tail energetically. “Yeah, Halry, no chewing anything important,” Dick said with a chuckle, scratching behind her floppy ear. The puppy barked softly in agreement and nudged the baby’s tiny foot with her nose.

Clothes were strewn across the living room, a kaleidoscope of everyday chaos: jeans draped over chairs, shirts in a messy pile on the couch, a hoodie tossed near the rug. Among the disarray, his vigilante suit hung over a chair, glinting in the sunlight, black and sharp, juxtaposed against neon resistance bands and a lone protein shaker tipped on its side. “Ah, the glamorous life of a superhero-in-training,” he said, rocking the baby gently. “Laundry, puppy, workout gear, and me. It’s all very… aesthetic.”

The baby gurgled and waved tiny fists toward Dick’s chest. “Yeah, I know, I know… everything’s fascinating,” he murmured, bouncing them slightly. “I see you want to touch the suit, huh? Not today, little acrobat. Today’s just us and Haley.” He let the baby poke at the fabric briefly, careful not to let any buttons or straps get tugged.

**Haley wagged her tail, bumping against Dick’s leg, as if to remind him she was on duty. “Alright, alright, we’ve got a team here,” Dick said, smiling down at the two of them. “You’re on one hip, Haley’s on the ground, and me… well, I’m just trying not to trip over everything.” He leaned down to kiss the top of the baby’s soft hair. “Mmm? Yeah, I hear you. Loud and clear.”

He shifted toward the kitchen, careful to avoid the pile of clothes and a pair of running shoes near the door. “Maybe a snack first, then we can read that big picture book,” he whispered, bouncing the baby gently. The little one cooed and waved their arms again, clearly approving.

Haley plopped down by the couch with a huff, resting one leg awkwardly but keeping a watchful eye on both of them. Dick laughed softly, glancing around his messy apartment. “Clothes everywhere, workout gear scattered like confetti, a vigilante suit in the middle of it all… and you. My favorite part of the chaos.”

The baby cooed again, and Dick leaned down, his tone full of warmth. “I know, I know… everything’s so exciting. But don’t worry, we’ve got this. Team Grayson is on duty.” Haly barked softly, tail wagging, and Dick pressed the baby gently against his chest. “Adventure can wait. For now, it’s just us, the puppy, and this little corner of chaos. Perfect afternoon, right?”