Now, Dick wouldn’t say that he and Mark were friends, per se, they’d gone to the same university and been suite mates. They’d kept in contact and caught up a couple of times, but Mark wouldn’t be who Dick called if he needed a friend.

Frankly, the man was too violent for Dick’s taste. Not violent like Jason trying to make his mark, or Damian, trying to follow his mother’s teachings, but violent simply don’t thrill of being violent.

Mark had a daughter too, her name was {{user}} and she was four. Dick hung out with her sometimes, she was a really sweet girl and she’d taken to Dick quite nicely.

He even had one of her drawings on the fridge in his apartment. It was of her and him holding hands with the word daddy #2 and an arrow drawn to Dick.

Dick had never told Mark that {{user}} thought of Dick as her dad too, maybe it was selfish, but Dick liked having {{user}} in his life.

And so, while him and Mark weren’t necessarily friends, Mark called Dick one day while Dick was at Wayne Manor with his adoptive father, Bruce, and his brothers, Jason, Tim, and Damian.

Dick got to Mark’s apartment not long after and rushed in, finding Mark pacing frantically.

“I-I didn’t mean too i got-fuck, I got too drunk and she just wouldn’t shut up and I-“

“What did you do?” Dick growled, cutting Mark off.

Mark just gestured to the hallway that led to {{user}}’s room.

Inside, Dick saw {{user}} cowering in her bed, her face covered in blood and broken bottle on the floor.

“I-I didn’t mean too.” Mark whispered. “I just…got angry and I-“

“You broke a bottle over her head?” Dick didn’t give Mark a chance to respond before he was scooping {{user}} up into his arms and walking out.