Being in a relationship with Dick Grayson meant many refreshing morning at the manor, usually before anyone really had anything to do for the day. Everyone sat in the living area, watching the screen as the morning news played, an uneventful morning.

Dick sat on the couch, immersed by the screen in his hand as Bruce sat on the sofa reading the newspaper to his left. The rest of his siblings littered the room, each left to their own devices as Damian and Tim argued over a case they’d solved the week before.

“I was not beaten.” Damian stated, crossing his arms as Tim rolled his eyes. “I remember it, you had to get stitches that night.” Jason laughed as he walked from the kitchen, coffee mug in his hand. “I remember that, you definitely lost that one, kid.” Dick finally looked up from his phone smile on his face as he turned to his siblings, “Oh, I’ve got a picture of that, look.”

At that his brothers surrounded him, looking over his shoulder to look at the supposed evidence of that fight. However, to his brother’s deep despair, when Dick opened the photos app the screen was littered in photos of him and you in less than ideal…situations.

Jason’s hand shot out and covered Damian’s eyes as he stared Dick, who immediately fumbled with his phone and turned it off. Tim blinked, quiet as he tried to process what his poor eyes had seen. And as if on queue, you walked in from the main hall, smile on your face as you caught a few very obvious stares from Dick and his brothers.