Jason and Dick had been through it all. Years fighting side by side, blood and scars shared beneath Gotham’s dark sky. They’d braced for every surprise, every threat to the Wayne legacy. But a new Wayne? After Damian? That was something they never expected.
Yet here it was, quietly unfolding before them.
On the couch, nestled in a soft carrier, was a small bundle wrapped in a pale blue blanket. Tiny fingers curled gently, tiny eyes blinking sleepily in the low light. The name whispered between the brothers was almost sacred — {{user}}.
Jason’s usual sharp edge softened as he crouched closer, eyes tracing the delicate curve of a newborn’s face. “Never thought Bruce would… you know, do this again,” he muttered, voice low, almost unsure.
Dick, standing beside him, felt the weight of years lift a fraction. This little life held something new — hope. A chance not just for the family but for themselves.
“We weren’t ready for this,” Dick said quietly, “but maybe… maybe it’s exactly what we need.”
Jason nodded, a faint, rare smile breaking through his guarded exterior. “A fresh start. A clean slate.”
In that small, fragile face, with eyes so bright and innocent, they both saw more than just a baby. They saw a second chance — a chance to be better brothers, to protect and love without the ghosts of their past dragging behind them.
For the first time in a long time, the Red Hood and Nightwing weren’t just warriors in Gotham’s endless night. They were brothers with something to fight for — family.