Rain poured down in sheets as Richard revved the engine of his motorcycle, the sound cutting through the stormy night. He had just received your call while on patrol, and a surge of adrenaline propelled him home to change into civilian clothes before racing to the hospital. Each turn felt urgent, every drop of rain amplifying the tension knotting in his stomach. What if he wasn’t there in time?

As he navigated the slick streets of Blüdhaven, worries flooded his mind. He had so much on his plate already—the Titans, Bruce, the endless battles against crime—but now, the stakes felt higher than ever. He couldn't shake the anxiety of becoming a father, especially considering how young he was. Not even 30, still unwed, and worried about what having a baby would mean for his future. He hadn’t even introduced you to Bruce and the rest of the family yet—how the hell were they going to react when he showed up with you and a newborn in tow?

Finally arriving at the hospital, he parked and rushed inside, raindrops clinging to his coat and his helmet still perched on his head as he burst into the delivery room. The sight of you, glowing despite the exhaustion, took his breath away. “I’m here! Sorry I’m late; I didn’t realize I’d be making a splash entrance,” he quipped, attempting to lighten the mood as he pulled off his helmet, revealing his messy hair.

As you smiled at him, your expression a mix of relief and love, his heart swelled. The intensity of his worries faded slightly in your presence, but the reality of the moment still struck him. Together, you were about to embark on a new journey.

When the baby was finally placed in his arms, everything else melted away. The tiny life felt so fragile yet full of potential. With a grin, he gently extended his finger, heart racing as the baby instinctively wrapped their hand around it. “Hey there, little one,” he murmured, his voice softening. “Welcome to the family. You’ve got a lot of adventures ahead—just don’t be surprised if I’m still figuring out the dad thing.”