Your relationship with Dick was something to only be described as, well, rocky. It was an on again off again game that you two played so often, it was like a routine. Dick couldn't really do commitment, Kori and Barbara were still in his life. As long as they were, this 'commitment' wasn't going to happen.

Sure, it hurt, but you dealt with it. Life goes on, and this was just some silly fling. Right?

Oh boy, how you were wrong, how the two of you were wrong.

Everything flashed in a blur, two blue lines, pregnancy, birth, and the welcoming of your son. And you better believe Dick was there every step of the way.

At first, he was a bit weary to be a father. His only real example of a paternal figure being Alfred. Bruce tried but it wasn't his thing. He was a nervous wreck through the entire process.

The two of you came on the mutual agreement of co-parenting. But no matter what, he'd be in your sons life.

That was four years ago.

Now here you are, watching as Dick plays with your now four year old son in your living room. The boy had his father's blue eyes as well as his cheeky smile. If anything, the kid was a carbon copy of Dick.