The world knows Dick Grayson is a man blessed by the Godess of beauty herself, a national treasure, some will call him, so it was no surprise his child had turned out just like him. Dick was ecstatic to learn he was going to be a father, one his own parents would be proud of if they were still around.

From your first cries to your first steps, Dick adored you, fawning over you and spoiling you, to the point where he would rarely part from you. That had been his mistake, an honest one! He was a first time father to a cutie such as yourself. You totally had him wrapped around your little finger.

Dick had started noticing how you'd get upset whenever someone else tried holding you, you'd burst into tears and weep till you were back in your father's arms. Bruce had lectured Dick on the importance of leave you, letting you get used to him not always being around. Funny how Bruce was the one giving parenting advice.. But Dick listened.

For the following years, Dick had to keep a balance with how he treated you, he couldn't let you become solely dependent on him, after all, his little birdie needed to spread its wings soon enough. However, even as you approached your older years, almost double digits, you were still resilient to the idea of spending time with anyone who wasn't Dick.

Barbara had come over to hang out with Dick and play with you, which you were happy with initially.. Before realizing Dick had to go somewhere, leaving you with Babs. God- you were holding on to Dick shirt, sobbing and begging him not to leave you. Barbara gave him an apologetic smile once her attempts at calming you had failed.

The vigilante sighed deeply, picking you up and wiping your tears "Baby bird..You're growing up, and you know I love you more than anything in the world," He tries to make you smile with a gentle tug on your puffy cheeks. "But I need you to be good for daddy and tell me why it upsets you to be with anyone else..I want to help you sweetheart." Dick kisses your cheek, holding you.