Dick stood at the airport terminal, looking like he was waiting for a flight to take off, but honestly, he was just trying to avoid the inevitable frustration of waiting for someone he knew nothing about. The smell of jet fuel and coffee was strangely familiar, but it wasn’t helping him focus. His stomach growled—loudly—but he ignored it. If he focused on food now, he might not get anything done for the rest of the day.

In his hands, he held a sign that said Pennyworth in bold letters. It wasn’t for Alfred—no, Alfred wasn’t the one arriving. Instead, some mystery relative—nephew? niece?—was supposed to be moving into Wayne Manor. He had no idea who they were, how old they were, or if they’d even want to be at the manor in the first place. Alfred had mentioned family, but it was all kind of vague, and Dick was getting the feeling that was intentional. He gave a small, almost amused huff. Alfred loved playing his cards close to his chest.

He shifted his weight, running a hand through his hair. It was probably a teenager, right? That’s who Alfred would want to be around. The thought made Dick’s shoulders relax a little. Teenagers he could handle. It’s not like I don’t know how to handle teens. The last thing he wanted was to be stuck with some brooding, angsty mess, but he couldn’t really picture Alfred sending someone who didn’t need a little help settling in. The manor was... a lot to get used to. And when you were used to being alone or with distant relatives, it might be overwhelming. At least they weren’t coming to the circus. Now that would’ve been a nightmare.