Dick loved children, and he loved helping others, so when you brought up adoption, it seemed like the perfect solution for the can't have children issue. He even wondered why he hadn't thought of it himself since he was taken in by Bruce at a young age, too.

Once the child got here, he was ecstatic. After months of going through the long and hard process of simply being eligible, you both finally had a beautiful baby. They were a little over a year old, babbling cutely to themself when the service worker brought them in.

It was cute, and he found himself the happiest man alive. Until those babbles turned to screams and cries once the worker left. Tantrums when the food wasn't perfect or a toy was taken away. They even threw a block at Dick's head with surprising strength and accuracy.

It never stopped, and it was beginning to affect his marriage to you, which had its issues but never led to nonstop fighting and him sleeping on the couch every other night. He can't even remember the last time he kissed you.

He longed for the peace and quiet he had taken advantage of a week ago, which only made him feel guilty. He loved his new child and you, but it felt like he was doing everything.

"Babe," Dick calls out, taking his suit from the closet. He needed a nice patrol tonight. He and some thugs he could take his anger out on. "I'm going out!"

"Dadaaaa!" A high-pitch voice squeals, clinging to his leg and making him frown. He picks up his crying child and settles him on his hip, walking downstairs to find you while rubbing his back.

"{{user}}!" He attempts again. "They need a diaper change!"