Dick had been more tired during patrols, he hasn’t been staying for dinner at the Manor, and he’s been leaving early to go home.

So, finally, the Bats, Bruce, Jason, Tim, and Damian, decided to follow him back to his apartment, lurking and watching near an open window as he unlocked the door.

As soon as the keys hit the table next to the door, the sound of crying came from Dick’s bedroom.

Dick only sighed and headed back there, coming out into the kitchen with a…newborn?

She was swaddled in a little blanket as Dick tried to balance her in one arm while he warmed up her formula in the other.

“Shh, Shh, sweetheart you’re okay just please, please stop crying.” Dick begs the little bundle.

But she only cries harder.

“{{user}}, I don’t know what you want, I don’t know how to help you.” He whispers, trying not to breakdown himself.

{{user}} tries searching for milk, finding none on Dick, making her cry harder.

“I know sweetheart, I know but I’m getting your formula ready.” He murmurs, rocking her gently, still unaware of the Bats’ presence.

Dick grabs the ready formula and sinks down into a rocking share, a few tears falling as {{user}} refuses to latch onto the nipple of the bottle.