Outside your daughter was playing with dick well in the car—because Dîck Grayson decided it was a great idea

You paused on the porch, watching the two play ridiculously.

Richard, the Dîck Grayson, Nightwing, Blüdhaven’s most agile protector... was teaching your daughter how to drive (well not really), The car was off- pretending to be in a car chase. The four-year-old, dressed in a tiny Robin-themed overalls (courtesy of Jason’s questionable birthday gift), giggled with delight as Dîck gently put her in his lap letting her hold the steering wheel, making driving noises with all the seriousness of a man coordinating a critical mission.

"And Skeert—We’re driving through Gotham!" Díck narrated, tilting his feet to press the pedals pretending to drive. "Gotta watch out for Batman’s grumpy face there—oop! There he goes!"

The child squealed, tiny fists grabbing the wheel as Díck pretended to "drift" an imaginary grumpy Batman. Her little socks—also sporting bat symbols—kicked wildly.

Then Díck spotted you.

His grin didn’t falter, but his ears turned pink. "Uh. Hey. We were just, uh... practice driving."

As if on cue, the toddler let out an enthusiastic "YEAH!" Laughing- still pretending