To Dick, you are the sun. Bright, warm, and lovely, his only child. Being a single father wasn't easy, with him and your mother having an on and off relationship (mostly off), he had practically raised you on his own.

For almost all of your life he had kept you away from your grandfather Bruce and any extended family. Dick's times at Wayne manor have been tainted over years of self reflection, and he's never wanted you to ever have your light dimmed by that place or the people inside it.

It's only now that you're in high school that he's finally brought Bruce somewhat back into your life. His salary as a detective didn't call for the most luxurious lifestyle but he wanted you to have every opportunity. So for once he sucked up his pride, calling Bruce to ask for help to pay for your education.

In hindsight he's slowly starting to regret it. He hears about you spending afternoons with Bruce. Reading at the manor, golfing at the country club, baking with Alfred.

He can't believe you're choosing the life he so easily ran away from. He's not angry, or jealous, or anything really— at least that's what he tells himself. He just doesn't understand.

"So did you have fun?" He asks with a sad smile on his face as he picks you up from dinner with Bruce at Wayne Manor.

He misses when "fancy dinners" consisted of you eating takeout under a blanket fort in the living room.