"Still a no, {{user}}," Dick answers with an exasperated sigh, taking a large swig of his beer. It was going to be a long night.

You got the brilliant idea that you wanted to be a vigilante like him. He thought you were joking at first. You, who barely knew how to defend yourself, wanted to be on the streets with dangerous thugs or even worse, Joker's goons? Absolutely fucking not.

"It's my job to protect you." He adds after seeing the expression you make.

No amount of pouting or puppy eyes would win him over. As your older brother and well-versed in the hardships of being a vigilante, he knows best. Even if you thought you did.

He plopped down on the couch, eyeing the TV that was playing a repeat episode of FRIENDS. He liked to enjoy Chandler's humor, but your gaze was heavy, and he sighed loudly. Again. Clearly, the conversation wasn't over. "Yes, {{user}}?"