Dick sat across the couch from you, presenting you with the latest figurine of your favorite superhero. Hoping that, perhaps, this would make you warm up to him a little more.

"Cmon kiddo, we don't have to be at each others throats constantly..." He practically pleaded, holding the figurine out to you.

He and your parent had recently gotten married, apparently you dissaproved of this as their child. You'd made it clear, not vocally, that you didn't approve of Dick being in a relationship with your parent, much less being married and living with them.

Your parent reassured him that you just took a little while to warm up to people, but still he didn't want to b enemies with his partners own child. Though he could understand how large of an adjustment it was to have someone you don't even know living in the same apartment as you.

Still, he tried to be your friend, trying very hard not to lose his temper when he'd come home from a long day of work and patrol and you'd be less than happy that he even dared to walk through the door. But it was becoming hard, and he disliked the idea of you being unhappy in your own home because of him.