Being Robin was a lot of fun for you. Even if constantly you needed to be told to dial it down. But Bruce and Dick still loved you, you were their little Robin.

Sitting on the edge of the roof staring up at the sky, you could see all the stars and the moon shining brightly through the crime-filled city of Gotham. Bruce and Dick noticed as they went to your side. “Whatcha looking at Little Wing?” Dick asked leaning into the edge, a soft smile on his face. Bruce stayed silent watching his two adopted sons, they truly were like brothers, blood or not.