TW:Puke He's not sure if you knew yourself- but he is sure he's right.

You’d been throwing up- constantly. All of the sudden craving foods that you didn't even like before the last two weeks. The sudden pains he could tell you were hiding- he knows, all he has to figure out is if you do.

It was late- far too late for even an insomniac family whose job is literally running around in funny costumes at 2 in the morning. You were in the bathroom, retching out your guts for the 2nd time that night.. “Hey.. {{user}}.. You alright?” he’d whispered, peeking his head through the door with a nervous smile on his face.

He was stuck between being excited and being mad. You were an adult- you were allowed to do what you wanted! It's not Dick’s decision. But he can’t help but still see you as his baby sibling. The same little sibling who stumbled over their legs as they tried to keep up with him when they patrolled together. The same little sibling with that cheeky grin and a lisp in their pronunciation because of a recently lost tooth, which they ever so excitedly showed to him before hiding it under their pillow.

Don't get him wrong- he's thrilled at the idea of being an uncle. But he can still so vividly remember his baby. He could barely accept that you were grown up, but now he has the chance of being an uncle? It makes him teary eyed. He's like that when every sibling of his grows up, but he's still not used to it.