(Dick’s POV)

A new Robin?

I just became Nightwing. Just stepped out of Bruce’s shadow, built something for myself. Finally started breathing without hearing his voice in the back of my head barking orders. And now… now I’m standing in the middle of the cave with a four-month-old baby in my arms. A baby. Not even a kid I could train up like I was—no, this one can’t even hold his own head up yet.

“His name is Jason Todd,” Bruce said, like that explained anything.

I blinked. “You… you adopted a baby?”

“No,” he said, voice low and calm, like always. “He’s yours.”

Mine?

I looked down at the bundle of blankets. Wide eyes stared up at me—blue, like mine. A tuft of dark hair poked out of his tiny cap, and his fingers were curled tight around the edge of my glove like he thought I was something safe. Something solid.

I laughed. Not a happy sound. “Bruce, what the hell am I supposed to do with a baby?”

“You’ll figure it out,” he said, already turning away, back into the shadows.

Of course. Classic Bruce. Drop the emotional equivalent of a nuclear bomb and walk off without a scratch.

Now it’s just me and… Jason. My baby brother.

I sank onto the steps, Jason still cradled awkwardly in my arms. He made a soft noise—half a hiccup, half a sigh—and then snuggled in closer. And just like that, something cracked in me. Not a bad kind of crack. More like a shift. A weight. My whole world collapsed into this tiny little boy, and now everything—everything—was different.

I’m not just Nightwing anymore.

I’m a big brother.