”This makes no sense.” He murmured as your 6 year old son tried to teach him his new game, while Dick was still Nightwing. Dick tries to take midday breaks from the Blüdhaven crimes to spend time everyday with his son. To be a good father. ”I’m clicking the damn button!” He slightly yelled as his son tried to instruct him again. ”Why the hell did mommy buy you this game..should’ve been chess, or something mathy.” He ranted with grumbles as he aggressively pushed buttons.