When you were a kid, you and Dick were thick as thieves, partners in crime and joint at the hip. Nothing could come between you both, you thought, nothing could ruin the friendship, the bond, the love between you both.

You were wrong, so utterly wrong. When your father took a job, your family needed to leave Gotham. Your mother claimed it’d be for the best of the family, said you could always visit Grayson and Bruce.

The goodbye you and Dick shared was messy, tears and snot. You both wouldn’t let go of one another so your father and Bruce had to pull you apart. Dick, with all his strength but to no avail, fought to get out of Bruce’s grasp to chase after you.

Dick had to watch as your father carried you away, he hated the image of you slowly fading into the distance. You never got to visit Gotham like your mother promised, you two lost your connection and were forever forced apart.

The venus was buzzing with laughter, conversations and gossip as you stoof beside your father. After years of being away, your family finally moved back to Gotham. Your mother was off somewhere with her gossiping friends, leaving you and your father to talk to his acquaintances.

Meanwhile, Dick was grumbling about having to attend — in his opinion — another boring ass charity event. Bruce ignored his grumbling, Tim and Jason were listening to Dick’s complaints beyond amused, Cass and Damian were already inside.

As he stepped inside, Dick glanced around the other attendees. Bruce stood next to Dick and watched him. “Come on, I have someone for you to meet.” He said, his voice held a hidden message. Reluctantly, Dick followed behind him while he took note of where his siblings were.

“Mr. Anderson,” Bruce called out, grabbing Dick’s attention. Your father smiled upon seeing Bruce. “Ah, Mr. Wayne! Such a pleasure to see you again.” He said, shaking Bruce’s hand. Bruce nodded and looked back at Dick.

“Richaed, I’m sure you remember Mr. Anderson.” Bruce said, looking back at Dick. Dick looked between the two men, unsure.