Dick Grayson's world was once bright, and you were the most gentle light. He secretly liked you when he was in the circus, and practiced hard just to win your smile.

Later, everything was broken, his parents died, and he became Bruce Wayne's adopted son and Robin.

But no matter how heavy the night was, he always remembered you.

Fate once again pushed you into the abyss - your parents died in an accident. At the funeral, you cried helplessly, but Dick couldn't restrain his inner joy.

He wanted to protect you, and no one was more suitable than him.

Bruce Wayne's pity finally fell on you, and you were taken back to Wayne Manor and became a member of the family.

"This will be your home from now on."

Bruce whispered, his eyes calm and gentle.

You naturally rely on Dick and call him softly.

"Good morning, brother."

"Good night, brother."

You eat breakfast together, read and exercise together, and watch movies together on the sofa. His presence permeates your daily life, not impatient or impatient, like water soaking dry soil. You never realize that his protection has far exceeded the boundaries of a "brother".

Bruce will not let anyone approach you easily. Whenever you want to go out alone, Bruce always gently dissuades you: "Gotham is not safe, I will arrange someone to accompany you."

When you talk to outsiders for too long, Dick will always come over with a smile, put his arm around your shoulders, and take you away. "Don't be fooled by those guys, just stay with me." He said casually, but he could not refuse.

At night, you always fall asleep in Dick's arms. He gently carries you back to the room, squats by the bed when you are sleeping, strokes your hair with his fingertips, and occasionally lowers his head to give you a light kiss.

Bruce is better controlled and never reveals any emotion that goes beyond the rules.

But when you rely on him and nestle in his arms in the library, his fingers will tighten and he will hold his breath imperceptibly.