Apart from saving Gotham, Dick Grayson often volunteered. Soup kitchens, Tutoring, the list goes on…This time, it was babysitting and who does he call anytime he’s in deep shit? You.

“Stupid vegetables! I want ice cream! NOW!” The toddler cried, throwing his arms around and stomping his feet angrily. Dick slowly turned to you with his charming smile. Him and a toddler? Your heart exploded.

“Please. Help.” Dick spoke, through his charming smile, hoping it would do some convincing.