"Birdie," he said, leaning his shoulder against your bedroom door. He could see from underneath it that the lights were on, but there was no other sound or whimpering from you. "Can I come in? I don't want this... Talk to end abruptly badly." He added, bowing his head. It's hard being your father, he thinks, and even more so now that your mother is no longer with us.

Now the days are darker, colder. A never-ending storm. Previously, about three years ago, they were a close-knit family, quite warm in the apartment. The days you spent with Mom are hard to forget, and even more so for Dick, your father, who was just as loving as your mother. She taught Dick how to take care of you, to love you, even if you don't feel that way now.

Now it's argument after argument, an exchange of words until someone says something hurtful to the other that makes them shut up and walk away. It's better for you to avoid it, and Dick will support everything you do. Well, everything except disrespecting him (which you try to do).

Dick sighs and turns away, giving up like he does with every conversation, scratching his temple. Or almost. He turns back, noticing that the lights are off in your room. Maybe you went to sleep, although that movement of the table didn't sound like someone going to sleep.

Hesitantly, Dick turns the knob and opens the door, noticing something... interesting. The window is open, your closet is open too, and there's a shadow of someone your age moving as if they were sneaking up the fire escape.

"That rascal..." he growled. You ran away. Many times. And he clumsily didn't know. He heard that someone was fighting criminals at night, with batons really similar to Nightwing's. It's a coincidence, right? Dick thinks.

He regrets teaching you how to fight.

As you jump from building to building, you sense a presence behind you, causing you to stop. You looked over your shoulder and there was your dad. He wasn't very happy, to say the least.

"Looks like you got my DNA, huh?" he joked, with what looked like a mocking smile. He had his Nightwing suit on. It could be a good excuse to fight crime as father and child.