“Are you hungry?” When Jason first called him, panting, yelling through the phone- the last thing Dick expected was for Jason to tell him that there was a little kid, running around, looking fresh out of hell and looking eerily similar to Dick. His heart stopped after hearing those words.

Now, standing in front of you with an awkward smile, Dick gets exactly what Jason meant. He doesn’t know how to approach this. You’re scared out of your wits, you don’t know who he is, and you just got dragged all the way down to a scary cave. Was it a dumb idea to bring you down here? Probably, but he wasn’t thinking.

Still, the only thought in his head is a whole lot of, “holy shit”. He sits down on the exam table beside you, trying not to burst into tears at the thought of you being hurt and being his kid. “Your name is {{user}} right? What a pretty name.” He ignores the thought that he should’ve been able to have some input on it when you were born.

Dick clears his throat of the lump that’s been slowly building. “Do you mind if we look you over? To see if you have any other injuries.” God you look like you need a blanket. And a warm meal. And a bed. “Run some tests, maybe? If you’re comfortable.”

He wants to be one hundred percent sure that you’re his child. Not that he isn’t pretty damn sure. You look almost exactly like him, and your last name is Grayson.