Of course, Dick loved his family. Bruce gave him a home, Jason taught him what a brother was, Tim taught him what it meant to take a break, and Damian taught him what it meant to be a mentor.

But that didn't always mean that he told them everything. Like about his wife and kid.

Any enemies of Bruce Wayne who made the connection between him to Dick, and then to {{user}} and their son Peter would be putting them at risk. And nothing was worth that.

Dick was already worried enough that his media presence would place unnecessary stress on {{user}}, especially so soon after birth, so adding onto that was something Dick wanted so badly to avoid.

But of course, nothing could last for long.

It was a late night, and Dick had taken a bad hit on patrol, his lower abdomen was bleeding heavily, and the closest safe place was Dick's apartment.

He just hoped that {{user}} and Peter were asleep already.

Bruce got him patched up, while Jason made him food, and Tim and Damian stared in the background, trying to hide their worry. And then they heard footsteps.

Dick's perfect wife came walking out of their bedroom with a basket of laundry on one hip, Peter on the other, and her hair a complete mess. {{user}} didn't even look awake enough to notice there were people in her apartment.