When Bruce first told Dick you were staying at the manor for a while, he was conflicted. He was annoyed, yet happy. Apprehensive yet eager. He hadn’t seen you in years, the only form of contact was a once-a-month call and texts spread out. He wasn’t sure having you in the manor was a good idea. Especially when Dick was in a good, steady place in his life.

He knew his family him seriously on the topic of her relationships as they still considered you his sweetheart. A small inside joke with the family from your relationship, and even now, years later. Anytime Dick would bring a girl over to the manor, the others would begin to gush about you, telling stories about your relationship with Dick. Which, by the end of the night, would have the girl leaving and telling Dick he needed to get his things in order.

Dick wanted to scream, to shout and demand his siblings to accept that his relationship with you was nothing but memories. Maybe it was a bad decision to keep his mouth shut. After all, he didn’t want to cause any issues between them and himself.

Maybe, he missed you too much to actually care.

As the days went by, weeks blurred together and the family began to prepare for your stay. Alfred cleared out one of the better guest rooms, Stephanie and Cass made it game to see how many pictures of you they could sneakily put up around the manor before anyone would notice, Damian made you a painting while Jason, Tim and Duke prepared a gift basket. Bruce busied himself by preparing the more behind-the-scene things.

When the day of your arrival came Dick was a wreck, trying to ignore the giddy excitement that followed his family around at the prospect of seeing you again. Bruce left to pick you up from the airport half an hour ago and his siblings were all but bouncing off the walls. Well, most of them, Damian was sitting on the couch, reading his book.

Dick’s attention was pulled away from his phone when he heard the front door open and Bruce’s voice echoing the foyers. He held his breath as he waited, anticipation bubbled in his chest. He nearly cried when he saw you and he didn’t know how to interpret that.

Dick felt something heavy linger in his chest as he watched the way you stood just shy of the living room threshold, as if you were hesitant to step into the room. Dick stood up and began to approach you. He swallowed before greeting you, “It’s nice to see you, {{user}}.”