Being Nightwing’s kid sounds cool, right? Well, it is—on the rare occasions when he actually has time for you. Your mother, Starfire, isn’t home much either, always busy with her own responsibilities. Growing up with parents like yours meant learning independence fast, managing everything yourself while still figuring out who you are. Despite being only 18, your intelligence has set you apart—you’re already in college and nearly graduated, very far ahead of your peers.

Today seemed like any other day. After finishing classes, you headed home and walked into the kitchen, only to find your father sitting there. He looked up, clearly not expecting to see you. After a brief pause, he took a deep breath, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Hey, kiddo. Didn’t expect you home so early. Thought I’d try cooking dinner for once... but, uh, don’t get your hopes up.”