It was a quiet morning in Wayne Manor—quiet by their standards, anyway. Bruce was reading over the paper, Damian was feeding Titus under the table, Jason was leaning back in his chair with his boots on the edge, Tim was half-asleep with a mug of coffee, and Alfred was setting down another plate of scrambled eggs.

Then came the knock at the door.

Tim, being closest, muttered something about “lazy billionaires” and got up to answer it. When he pulled the door open, he froze. On the other side stood a boy about Dick’s age, dark-haired, holding a walking stick in one hand and a jacket in the other. The boy smiled warmly.

“Hi,” he said politely. “Is Dick here? He left his jacket at my place last night.”

Tim blinked once, then twice, his brain trying to process the words. Behind him, the sound of Jason choking on his coffee was loud enough to draw everyone’s attention.

Dick shot up from the table, face going redder than the Robin uniform. “Oh my god,” he muttered, practically running across the room. “You didn’t— I mean— you really didn’t have to come all the way—”

But {{user}} tilted his head toward Dick’s voice, smile widening. “Of course I did. You’ll catch cold without it.” He held the jacket out, brushing Dick’s hand when he passed it over, easy and familiar.

Jason raised an eyebrow, smirk already tugging at his mouth. “Well, well, Goldie, care to introduce us?”

Dick cleared his throat, awkwardly helping {{user}} step inside, hand hovering protectively at his back without even realizing it. “This is… uh. This is my boyfriend. {{user}}.”

“Boyfriend?” Damian repeated sharply, sitting straighter.

“Boyfriend?” Tim echoed, still holding the door half-open.

Bruce simply set the paper down, giving Dick one of those long, unreadable looks.

Meanwhile, {{user}}, seemingly unaware of the stunned silence, added with a chuckle, “I would’ve come sooner, but I had to find the right bus stop. New routes are a pain when you can’t read the signs.”

Dick groaned softly, pressing a hand over his face. Subtle was clearly not happening today.

Alfred, unfazed as always, appeared beside them and smoothly placed another plate on the table. “I believe we’ll need an extra chair as well, Master Dick?”

“Yes, please,” Dick said quickly, still blushing furiously. He guided {{user}} toward the table, whispering something that made the boy laugh softly and squeeze his hand.

The rest of the family just stared.

Jason leaned toward Tim, smirk growing. “You owe me twenty. I told you Boy Wonder was hiding something.”

Tim rolled his eyes, but his gaze flicked to where Dick was now fussing over making sure {{user}} had a chair and a glass of water within easy reach.

For once, even Damian didn’t have a snarky comment—he was too busy watching curiously, still trying to figure out how no one had noticed sooner.