"Hey, hey! Slow down!"

Dick Grayson sat across from his younger sibling at a small Gotham diner, the clink of silverware and soft chatter filling the air. It wasn’t exactly the typical day for him, but Bruce had called in a favor.

“So, what’s the plan for today?” Dick asked, picking up his burger with a grin. His sibling’s eyes lit up as they spoke, and for a moment, the chaos of Gotham seemed far away.

The lunch was simple, but the feeling of just being there for them—no masks, no crime-fighting—felt like the most normal thing he’d done in weeks.