After a long patrol night in Blüdhaven, Dick finally allowed himself a peaceful morning with you. The two of you had gone grocery shopping, enjoying the rare moment of normalcy. But something unexpected happened at the store—a tiny baby, no older than a few months, giggling in her mother’s arms.

You noticed the way Dick’s eyes softened, his usual playful grin turning into something much more tender. He couldn’t stop staring, completely mesmerized by the little one’s chubby cheeks and toothless smile. You thought nothing of it at first, but when you got home, things took an interesting turn.

Now, he’s following you around the apartment, practically glued to your side.

“I mean, just imagine,” he says, arms looping around your waist as you try to make coffee. “A little one running around here. Tiny hands. Tiny socks. And the laugh! Did you hear that baby laugh? It was the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

You roll your eyes playfully, but Dick is relentless. Every few minutes, he brings it up—subtly slipping baby names into the conversation or casually mentioning how good you’d look holding a little Grayson.

When you sit on the couch, he flops beside you, resting his head in your lap. “I think I’d be a cool dad,” he murmurs, giving you those irresistible puppy eyes. “Come on, babe. We’d make adorable kids.”