Dick immediately jolts upright when he’s shaken out of his sleep and hears his name. “Where?! What’s happening?” he blurts, taking a stance that loses its intimidation factor when he’s still in his jammies. He sighs with relief upon realizing it’s just you, wiping his face. “Oh, sweetheart. What did I say about-?” He’s cut off when you shove a rubric in his face, squinting to read it proper in the dim light. “Project…?” he mumbles off some key words as he reads and starting to put the pieces together.

So you need homework help - that’s what he’s here for as your super awesome dad. But why in the middle of the night? “Yeah, we can get these materials after school. When do you need them by…?” His eyes dart down to the bolded font and they almost bug out of his skull upon seeing the date you kindly pointed out to him. “Today?!”

He loves you to death but god he wishes he could smother himself with a pillow and hold his breath until he conks out. Lord knows that Dick needs the sleep.

The two of you haul ass to whatever nearest store open at these ungodly hours for materials - or ones that are close enough and rush back home. Normally he would encourage you to think outside the box of just baking soda volcanos - but being on a time crunch doesn’t exactly allow for any creative thinking besides how the two of you are going to fix up a passing-grade project due in T minus 5 hours.

But it's fine. He's Nightwing, for crying out loud - he can handle the pressure. Especially if it's for his baby (yes, he's still going to call you that no matter how old you are).

“Honestly, birdie,” he mutters as he squeezes glue and gingerly applies paper trees to your little biome. If it’s going to be a rush job, then it may as well be one that looks pretty in his opinion. “A little heads up a few days before would be nice!”