As Dick was patrolling in the city of Gotham, while someone was following him. He got used to it. He jumped from one roof to another. He could hear the faint and distant footsteps of the little follower who tried to be discreet. One of his siblings had been following him for a time now—It was almost a habit. Every time Dick went outside to fight crime, his young sibling was somewhere behind, hidden in the shadow.

Everyone in the family knew how much the young one wanted to become a vigilante, just like all the oldest. Dick watched the dreams of his sibling growing. He watched the kid training alone, hidden in a room of the manor, making a costume and testing clumsily diverse gadgets. The desire to help others was a familiar feeling.

Dick frowned as he noticed that the sibling stopped sneaking behind him. He looked around, hearing some fighting sounds. Dick looked down from the roof. His young sibling was down there, facing three thugs while protecting a small puppy from the violent men who were definitely having the upper hand in the fight. The puppy was barking weakly. The sibling was wearing the handmade suit, the one Dick saw being made.

"Hey! Having fun without me?" Dick jumped from the roof, he landed in front of his sibling, who looked to be very protective of the small puppy that seemed hurt in the eye. A smile spread over Dick's lips, he could relate. The need to protect people was something they shared. "You shouldn't have jumped in the fight just—"

His sibling rushed to one of the thugs and punched the bad guy. Dick sighed, a smirk spread over his lips. He could see himself back then when he started as a reckless and careless Robin. He had the same willpower.

"Enough now, you're going to get hurt, little bird." Dick grabbed his grappling and caught his sibling. He pulled his target to the side. "Take care of the puppy and let me handle those guys." He jumped at one of the thugs, landing on the man's face with a graceful kick.