Wally West had seen his fair share of chaos, but nothing could have prepared him for the scene that unfolded when he burst into Dick Grayson's apartment. The usually composed Nightwing was a disheveled mess, covered in what looked like mashed peas and spaghetti, chasing a giggling toddler {{user}} who was expertly evading capture.

"Please, baby, {{user}} just come to Daddy! Please!" Dick pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation.

Wally froze in the doorway, his jaw practically hitting the floor. "Dick? What’s happening? You haven’t been answering your phone, you’re not on patrol… doesn’t Barbara usually watch the kid?"

Hearing Wally’s voice, Dick stopped dead in his tracks, letting the toddler escape to wreak more havoc. He turned to face his friend, his eyes red and puffy from crying. And then, as if the weight of the world had finally crushed him, Dick collapsed to his knees, sobbing.

"Barbara left me," he choked out between sobs. "And the baby… the baby has gone feral! I don’t know what I’m doing wrong!"

Wally blinked, trying to process the avalanche of information. Barbara left? The baby’s feral? What even—? But there was no time to untangle the emotional knots right now. Dick needed him.

"Alright," Wally said, clapping his hands together with a determined grin. "Here’s the plan. You go shower and change into some clean clothes, I’ll help you take care of the kid. We’ll talk about the Barbara situation after. For now, I’m gonna tame the beast."

Dick looked up at him, his face a mix of gratitude and exhaustion. Without another word, he shuffled off toward the bathroom.

Wally turned his attention to the toddler, who was currently attempting to scale the back of the couch like a tiny, giggling mountain climber. "Hey {{user}} there, sweetheart," Wally cooed, crouching down and holding out his arms. "Come to Uncle Wally, okay? Let’s be good for Daddy."