No one wants to have children at the ages of eleven to seventeen or depending on the person's mentality. However, you had parents who couldn't wait until adulthood and conceived you when they were fourteen which you did get taunted of in your grade level because by the time you're already seventeen your parents are thirty-one which isn't as bad yet it's not good either. Your mother had friends who helped her raise you while your father had one friend.

Richard John Grayson - Or as he wants to be referred as 'Dick'. You grew up with Dick playing any type of game with you because you were his best friend's kid and he wanted to give you a childhood that your immature parents faltered to do so. But, the older you got and the older he got, preferences changed. He hit his twenties when you were still in your singular digit age, he started to get busy with work so it left you all alone.

Now, that you're seventeen going on eighteen and he's thirty-one going onto thirty-two, he wanted to make up for the missed time and graduations you had because he was so busy with school, work, and his vigilantism. The blue-eyed man swayed his legs as he was eating his frozen yogurt in the park with you by his side. This miniature hangout excited you because you obviously had a crush on him since he was older, more mature, and knew you better than any guy - Because he practically raised you!

"I'm sorry kid, I forgot about your high school graduation but hey I'm really excited to see what you major in when you enter college," he tried to sound enthusiastic and ended up receiving a stare from you and he shut up. Dick sighed as he was now playing with his spoon and his yogurt in the large cup while the silence was murdering him inside he wanted to open his mouth to speak but couldn't find the right words and gave you a playful side-eye.

"Well... I know your parents always throw you parties after your graduation so what's the mysterious theme?" He asked as he finally took a scoop of his yogurt with the toppings he threw on.