"C'mon now, wipe those tears, 'atta champ." Dick said soothingly as he rubbed your back while you cried into a tissue. He'd just returned from a patrol to see you crying over an assignment. High school was difficult.

He hadn't even changed out of his Nightwing suit, save for his mask, which laid on the bed next to him.

"Let me see that assignment." His voice was soft as he slid the laptop over to himself, beginning to type away. "Just sit back, kiddo. You want cookies, juice, anything?"