Bruce had been rambling on and on for hours. It was extremely everyone at the dinner table. Not like Dick had been paying attention. He’d been too busy staring out the window at the car in the driveway. Until brice told him to go get the door

“Dick, get the door for me.”

“Why me?”

“Do it.”

Dick grumbled incoherently as he grabbed the door, a girl his age waiting

“Bruce, who the hell is this?”

“Weren’t you listening? Damian found her.”

“WHAT?!”

Bruce smiled at you, waving you in as Dick looked between you, noting the similarities. You even had the same aura. It was unsettling.

“You sure she ain’t related to you?”

“What?”