“feel good, babe?” dick mumbles as he tilts his head down to look at you, his fingers prodding softly at your feet.
it was a sweet gesture of your husband to do. every time he found you relaxing on the couch in the evening, he’d lift your feet into his lap and massage them gently.
it was practically part of your schedule. after a long day, you’d relax and have dick message your feet.
“feels amazing.” you hum, letting your eyes flutter shut and your body relax into the soft living room couch as a movie plays on the tv screen.
“good, just relax, baby. let me take care of you.”
and you do. you sigh in relief. your feet have been aching for a while. having to be on your feet all day, chasing after your toddler. she was going through a phase where running from you was her favorite game.
your relaxation doesn’t last long when your ears prick up to the pitter-patter of light feet hitting the wooden floor.
twisting your head, you’re met with a round, chubby face that wears the same pout as you, bright blue eyes, and dark curls. your little girl.
she twists her head, looking back and forth at you and dick. her frown deepens more as she places her chubby little hands on her hips. she was clearly feeling moody, sassy, and left out.
you watch as she climbs onto the other side of dick with a little huff. “dad, me too!” she demands, placing her feet onto his other thigh. you couldn’t help but laugh at your little girl; it was just adorable.
“bossy,” dick laughs gently, bringing his other hand to massage her little foot. your heart swells. dick always manages to take care of both you and your daughter. “just like your mom.” he mutters teasingly.
scoffing gently, you nudge your foot into his hand, your eyes playfully narrowing at him. he gives you that charming smile of his, the one that makes you melt into his hands.
“we need another boy. i’m tired of being surrounded by you two,” dick teases lightly, with no bite to his words. his eyes are soft and his smile relaxed. he adored his two favorite girls. “you’re both really demanding, ya know.”
“yeah, right, dick. you’re right where you want to be.” You mumble, looking up at him pointedly. you know you’re right. dick never once made you feel like you weren’t adored or loved.
“you got me.” he laughs, leaning in. he presses a soft, small kiss onto your lips.
“my turn!” your daughter demands, feeling jealous. dick snorts and leans down, pressing multiple pecks on your daughter’s face, causing her to squeal. You’re happy to think you picked the perfect husband and father for your daughter.
I don't know why but I always feel strange when I read dc x dp and it gets mentioned that "Ghosts are real?", Deadman exists. The JL literally knows ghosts and other supernatural being exist. I get the speedsters being deniers, but the batfamily? Nah, they definitely know. So I give you:
Dick adopting ghost Danny (de-aged version bc he's cute)
Dick kept the obol coin on him just in case, and even with it it had maybe taken a bit for him to accept that the toddler, the tiny four year old white haired child, was dead.
Danny, as he had introduced himself - while talking to the ghost of the man whose corpse Dick saw both standing in.
Danny likes Dick's puns, so after meeting a few times he went with him to Dick's place and eventually stayed there.
Dick kept getting hit with worries, kindergarten? Can't register a dead child. Clothes? Dead children apparently don't need to change. Bath time? Danny refused help "I'm already dead, not like I can drown!"
Danny gets brought to the manor exactly once, gives Dick the nasties glare and silently lets Dick's siblings coo over him before hiding in Damian's barn until they were leaving. Bruce missed the chance to meet Danny because he had a JL meeting, he still tries to get a date set when he's coming to Blüdhaven to meet the little guy.
Danny stays a toddler for a few years, until one day Dick is just getting surprised by teen Danny playing games in the middle of the night.
Dick really thought people joked when they said that children grew up faster than you noticed...
d. grayson x nurse f!reader ... headcanons for when it's time to settle down
notes: lots of fluff, established relationship
✮ I’d like to think that Dick had always wanted to settle down and get married. Before their death, he was always surrounded by his parents’ love and he sort of wanted to emulate that
✮Unlike most of his family, he wants stability and tries to strive for it (unfortunately his job isn’t the most stable either)
✮ That was until he met you. You were a nurse working at the Blüdhaven General, and he had accidentally crashed into your apartment at midnight. Little did you know he was also your next door neighbor who you had a crush on
✮ As Dick Grayson the firefighter (not falling for this cop propaganda), he would haul in victims over at the hospital, help around as you tended to them. Small talk came easy to him, and it really helped that you were so easy to talk to
✮ As the vigilante Nightwing, he would crash into your apartment and ask for witches. You were happy to help him, but you were always rejecting his advances, because you were crushing hard on Dick Grayson
✮ When you were studying to get your Bachelors in nursing, Dick would go with you to quiz you, and he insisted on calling it a study date,
✮ That’s when you fell in love with Dick, and you had to reject Nightwing and his flirtatious remarks once you and Dick became serious
✮… until you found out that they were the same person. It was pretty easy, seeing as Nightwing had such similar mannerisms to Dick, and no amount of acting couldn’t cover up the fact that he was srill her Dick
✮ Dick was reluctant on opening up to you about all his trauma, but once you guys started dating for at least a couple months, he told you about everything. His parents, his fear of becoming like Bruce, and his dreams to build something with you
✮ I think in 2 years time you get married, because he honestly couldn't wait to call you his
✮ He starts going out as Nightwing less once you guys get married, and he keeps his firefighter job. He's fully dedicated to you
✮ Weekly dates. It doesn't matter where, but he thinks it's important to keep the love between you two alive, so he reserves fancy dinners and makes pillow forts when you both are too exhausted to dress up
✮ You are a very organized person, and you have your own responsibilities in the house (yes, you guys moved out to a nearby town); you do the laundry, Dick does groceries, etcetera
✮That was life before you got pregnant. You both had took less shifts to focus on the growing life inside you. He was over prepared, to say the least. Tons of research and parenting books and all that jazz
✮ You both were scared of becoming parents, which was odd because you guys both had several younger siblings that you already had cared for (Dick with the Batfam and you with you own siblings)
✮ Your first baby was a little girl, and her name was something beautiful like Giselle (idk guys), and Dick was in love a first sight.
✮She had your big brown eyes and Dick's black hair, and everything about her was perfect
✮ A year later (yeah, forgot to mention that you and Dick are freaked out) came a beautiful boy named Sebastian, and he was Dick's carbon copy
✮ Giselle looked like you, but she acted like her father, but Sebastian looked like Dick and acted like you
✮ He would tell silly and exaggerated stories about his tales as Nightwing, and even how the the beautiful nurse would help him (which earned an eyeroll from you)
✮ Family movie nights are a staple. Every Friday night after work, you would make pizza from scratch (after all these years, you still couldn't trust Dick in a kitchen) and get some popcorn
✮ Dick was in charge of choosing the movie and building a pillow fort. Although somehow Sebastian and Giselle would somehow tear it down by the time the movie was over
✮ Of course they visit Wayne Manor often, and all of the Batfamily loves the kids. Bruce tries not to get too sentimental when looking at his grandkids, and then at his first son. He's really proud of Dick for building this wonderful life
✮ Giselle's favorites are Aunt Stephanie and Uncle Jason (aka her godfather). Although you're always warning the two of them to not get her into trouble, the end of the night you always find her with too much candy or something broken in the manor (don't even get me started on her swinging from chandeliers)
✮ Jason loves to give her belly farts too, and would definitely let her piggy back on him ("up uncle Jay!")
✮ Sebastian like uncle Duke and Tim best. Duke likes to take advantage of his new drivers license and drives Sebastian around to all the cool places in Gotham, telling him tidbits about his life
✮ Sebastian is a 'you got games on your phone' type of kid, so of course Tim gives him his computer. Even though Sebastian deletes all his open tabs and changes the settings, Tim doesn't mind. He loves the little messages he leaves on the Google Docs ('you're the bestest uncle Timbo')
✮ Aunt Cass actually teaches Giselle more about ballet, as she wanted to learn more. Dick was so excited that his daughter was following in his footsteps, and Cassandra was more than willing to teach Giselle
✮ Watching her first recital, both you and Dick cried. Like, a lot. Damian, who was right next to you guys, was so embarassed being seen with two huge saps.
✮ Of course Uncle Damian claims he isn't affectionate and all that, but he really loves visiting your house at the most ungodly hours just to hang out with the kids
✮ "Damian, the kids go to sleep at 8:30p.m." You say, already in your pajamas when you open the front door to see Damian.
✮ "I just wanted to give them some gifts is all," He looked down, shuffling his foot. Lies. He so wanted to play with them
✮ At the end of the day, you're happiest when your kids are safe and tucked in bed, and you get to be in your husband's arms.
✮ Sometimes, when you weren't too tired, you each would have a debrief about the others' day. Dick would tell you about the new guy while playing with your hair, and you would talk about the wonderful kid who had leukemia and whose biggest hero was Nightwing.
✮ "I was wondering if you'd visit him tomorrow night. To put on the mask just once more," You asked him, and how could he say no, when you were looking at him like that, with your adorable puppy dog eyes that your daughter had inherited.
✮ "Yeah, of course," He murmured before reaching over to turn off the lamp and kissing your lips. "Sleep well, baby."
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i'm a future nursing student, so i felt like writing this, because i really love dick grayson. i'm a firm believer in dick not being a cop too, sooooo...
i really want to write a blurb about this, so lmk <3
MY LITTLE DOVE / batboys as parents / parental figures.
synopsis. ranking the four main batboys in order of how good of a parent / parental figure i think they'd be. because i can and i have daddy issues that need healing. ( child/teen!reader ).
word count. 2.4k.
content warnings. tooth-rotting fluff, like a single mention of blood ( dick ). references to childhood homelessness, mentions of death, selective mutism!reader ( jason ). the cycle of abuse, implied depression, 'maybe if I ignore it the problem will fix itself' mentality ( damian ). deadbeat / only present monetarily dad, village bicycle!tim agenda ( tim ).
spencer speaks. hi just a reminder these are headcanons. if you don't agree idc, don't tell me lmao. i'm here to have fun and project via my writing. this is entirely inspired by one single conversation i had with carrie yesterday ( as of writing ). also new layout i lobe it. i literally spent like 5 hrs on this and its like the longest thing ive written???
tags. @dulcet-aurora. @scrumptiouslylovingarcade.
ᛝ DICK GRAYSON
dick was the only one of the robins to actually want a child. he'd thought about being a father for as long as he could remember. maybe it was just because of bruce. both how the man succeeded and failed horribly as a father. dick wanted to be better than that. when kory gave birth to you, his entire world seemed to shift on its axis. you were his entire world. for most of those few years you were a baby, he'd come home from those late night patrols around bludhaven to just watch you sleep, not even bothering to shed the suit or even the mask before he was resting his arms on the side of the crib. more than once kory found him asleep with a hand through the crib's bars, your tiny fist holding onto his pointer finger with a death-grip even in sleep. the older you got, the more you seemed to cling to him. it killed him to go out when you'd latch onto his leg and beg him not to leave whenever he had to go to 'work', looking up at him with those big eyes that always managed to help you get your way. but if he didn't go, who would? he couldn't tell you yet. couldn't make you take on the burden of keeping a secret when you hadn't stopped talking since your first word. though maybe you always knew. you never let them change the channel whenever he came on the news. the night you did find out, well, that was an accident.
it had been a rough patrol, that was for sure. dick was almost certain he’d broken a rib, and he couldn’t tell if it was blood or sweat he felt running down his face. a rub at his skin said a mix of both. it was one of those nights that really makes you think. the kind of nights that really only start when you really feel like you have everything to lose, not just something.
it had been a long time since he’d last watched you sleep. definitely since before you started climbing out of the crib in the middle of the night with all the grace of a grayson. but right now, it was what he needed. he didn’t change, didn’t shower, didn’t even take off the domino mask. for a few minutes he lingered in the doorway. watching your little chest rise and fall under the blanket with that plushie you never put down tucked under your arm. he didn’t know what he’d do if he lost this.
finally he stepped into the room, narrowly avoiding crushing some of the toys that were scattered across the carpeted floor. only when he settled quietly on the edge of the bed did he take notice of the small, scared noises coming from you. nightmare. they’d been happening more often, no matter what he and kory tried. without a second thought dick reached out to your open palm and pressed his fingers gently into it. “it’s okay, bug. daddy’s here.”
he didn’t mean to wake you up. but when your sad shiny eyes fluttered open and you looked at him that way, it hit him. he was still nightwing. your voice—even through near-tears—had a touch of wonder to it. “nigh-nigh?” you hadn’t quite managed to say the full name yet, but he knew exactly what you were asking. he reached up, pulled the domino mask off, and placed it on the nightstand. “yeah, sweetheart. that’s me.” when you sat up and poked his cheek—like you were seeing if it was real—he nearly cried.
his eyes genuinely watered when you crawled over and sat on his lap, wrapping your arms around his neck. “nigh-nigh made bad dream go ‘way…” his arms wrapped around you in return. "and i always will. promise."
ᛝ JASON TODD
jason, on the other hand, hadn’t ever thought about fatherhood. at least, not until he died. more accurately after his revival. when he’d have to stop himself from physically recoiling when he thought about it. he didn’t know why he reacted like that. he just couldn’t help it. but the thing was, it seemed like kids seemed to flock to him. at least the ones living on gothams streets did. maybe they could sense he was one of them, grew up cold without enough food in his belly and not a single adult that gave a rat's ass about him. maybe that's why he hung out around that run-down community center so much. there was a gym ( if it could even be called that ) with a decently good punching bag and okay food. he tried to go once a week, if not only because it got him out of the manor. then every few days, when that little shadow started following him around. he always felt the same pair of eyes on him whenever he went--even if they ducked behind whatever was closest whenever he looked back. it took a month--maybe more--to coax you over, only when he saw the bruise under your eye and asked if you wanted to learn to throw a punch. you followed him closer after that day. he figured out pretty quick you didn't talk too much, and he was fine with that. actions were better anyway, and your actions spoke volumes.
jason would never forget the first time he saw you stick up for yourself. you weren't the youngest kid that frequented the center, but you weren't the oldest, and it was the oldest that were the ones to worry about. they had lost that spark of childhood and seemed determined to take it from everyone else too. you included. you especially.
he never really got why. maybe it was how quiet you were, the extra air of softness it gave you. for whatever reason, it seemed to piss them off. and that pissed jason off more than he thought it would.
he wasn't about to coddle you, that's what his older brother was for. nah, jason was the type to carry you under his arm like a sack of potatoes over to the part of the gym-area with a padded floor and tell you to hit him. naturally, you resisted. you didn't wanna hit him, he wasn't the one making fun of you and giving you black eyes on the regular. it took a while of convincing for you to even throw a soft one--though it was more tap than punch--just like he'd showed you before on the punching bag.
"harder." he nodded towards his palm and you hit with just a tiny bit more force. "c'mon, kid, I said harder." he barely caught the quiet grumbly noise you made, but he chuckled when he did. "what, you wanna be those little bastards' punching bag the rest of your life?"
that got you to hit noticeably harder. "there ya go, squirt. but i know you can hit harder than that." hit. "one more time, hard as you can."
when you hit him that time he pulled his hand back, shaking it out. "damn, squirt, you've got some power behind those fists." technically he was playing it up, but he was the red hood for crying out loud. the pricks picking on you didn't have half the pain tolerance he did.
jason todd was never more proud than when you came over to him with that big grin on your face and the dumbass kids that thought they could mess with you nursing their wounds. he may not have liked kids much, but you were alright.
ᛝ DAMIAN WAYNE
damian did his best. you always knew that. you always told yourself that. he didn't have it easy growing up either, from what little he told you about your grandmother and great-grandfather. with your grandfather, it really depended on the day. by comparison you had it so easy. you weren't given a blade before you could walk, you weren't shipped off somewhere completely unknown as a kid. by all accounts, damian thought he was doing pretty well. but he knew he'd do better if your mother was still there. your mother who always knew she wanted to have a family with him, who knew he didn't think he could be a father, who assured him she'd be there to help him. but she wasn't. and he had you, who hasn't spent more than an hour outside of your room in probably a month. or maybe you had, but just avoided him. wayne manor was a big place after all. it was uncomfortable, every conversation you had was either one ( more likely both ) of you pretending or far too awkward for a father and child. but damian knew better than to assume he knew you just because he'd raised you. that didn't mean a single thing.
it wasn't very often that you joined your father and grandfather for dinner. nobody ever mentioned it, but there was a distance growing between you. a rift that damian had no clue how to cross. it wasn't often he admitted that weakness, and he certainly never admitted it to you.
it was easy when you were smaller. all you wanted to do was ramble and snuggle and play. granted he struggled with that stage more than he probably should have without your mother, but it was nothing compared to the silence. the days without contact despite living in the same home. every now and then he couldn't help the bitter thoughts from brewing up in his mind. you had it so easy compared to him. he hated that he thought like that.
but here you were. sitting at the far end of the long dining table that used to seat so many more. numbers had dwindled over the years, to say the least.
"nice of you to finally join us." bruce's voice cut through the silence like a knife, and damian silently cursed his father. looking back over to you he couldn't help noticing that you didn't acknowledge the patronizing words, like you didn't hear them at all. you were just there staring at the plate in front of you, picking at the food before taking small--noticeably hesitant--bites.
damian wanted to say something, but for once in his life of snide comments and snarky remarks, he couldn't think of a single thing. nothing he was comfortable saying, at least. so he kept his mouth shut except to put food in it.
when you stood after finishing only half the plate, he considered going after you but he hesitated too long and you were gone when he looked back up. it ran in the family, he guessed.
ᛝ TIM DRAKE
if any of the robins were not cut out for parenthood, it was timothy jackson drake. he never deluded himself into thinking it'd be nice to settle down, he didn't pretend he'd ever even considered it. he threw himself into the life of a vigilante the second he figured out bruce's identity. he could die at any moment. maybe that was why he threw himself into the bed of anyone that would have him. if you're gonna die, might as well have some fun while you're alive, right? he regretted everything when your mother contacted him again, when she slid the positive pregnancy test across the table of the rundown diner with flickering florescent lighting and a kitchen that probably had to bribe the health inspector to remain in business. he had barely opened his mouth when she blurted out that she was keeping it. keeping you. she said she didn't expect anything, that she just wanted him to know. he called bullshit immediately but kept his mouth shut. he wrote a check the second he got home and mailed it out. he sent another every month, even as she returned the first few. eventually she actually cashed them. he didn't know when the kid was born, just a general idea. he sent a little extra around your birthday. he only met you when you turned thirteen—thirteen and bitter. though, ‘meet’ is a strong word.
tim knocked on the door sharply, the crumpled envelope held tightly in his hand. bright red pen scribbles of 'return to sender' all over it. he though he and your mother were past this—the constant back and forth mailing and re-mailing the same check until she caved and cashed it. he figured after thirteen years of a check every month, she’d get it. maybe she was just trying to get him to finally meet you. but then again she’d never even tried to reach out before.
it didn’t click what actually happened until she opened the door, hair a mess, clothes rumpled and barely masked hostility in her voice. “what are you doing here?” the confusion when he held up the envelope said everything. “you didn’t send this.” his gaze moved behind her, like he expected to see you standing there—or anywhere. but there wasn’t even a shoe in a smaller size. not a single sign of a smaller human.
“where’s the kid?” he questioned. your mother sighed, stepping aside to let tim into the apartment without even looking sparing a look at his expression. “[name] asked who sends the money.” that was all he really needed to hear. “and you said their dad.” she gave a nod.
“they kept checking the mail after. i didn’t know they’d…” she gestured vaguely to the envelope. tim didn't sit down. sitting down would make him look comfortable, and he was anything but. he couldn't get into this kid's head--maybe that was because he didn't know them. it could be a bid for attention, a ploy to get their parents back together, a bitter child lashing out?
he didn't realize how long they'd been talking. he'd been careful to avoid asking too many questions about you, just what grade you were in, if you were doing fine in school. he ended up learning you didn't even have his last name. it shouldn't have surprised him the way it did, considering he wasn't there to sign your birth certificate. not a thing connected you to him except a paternity test.
his head shot up as the front door was shoved open. being a detective required hyper-awareness, and he could practically feel the anger coming off the deceptively still body. your eyes locked on his and for a second he swore you were gonna come over and punch him in the face or something. only you walked straight past him and went to your room, slamming the door behind you. your feelings towards him were obvious in that one action. so yeah, meet is a strong word.
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https://archiveofourown.org/works/76237426
Danny didn't know where he came from. Didn't know how he ended up in the basement in his nightmares. Wasn't quite sure what he was or if that was why he'd once been there. Couldn't seem to grasp what his life had been like before waking up much smaller than he thinks he remembers once being.
But he won't waste his chance to be free. Free from the pain, the hurt, the fear. Free from the dangers of the basement.
Warnings: fluff, brief mentions of childbirth, little bit of argument
WC: 1.4k
Minors DNI
Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library
The Graysons Masterlist
“Alice is a good name.”
“I guess, I would’ve thought they’d go with something more dramatic.” Tim raised an eyebrow at his older brother as he set down the last tray of finger sandwiches on the immaculately decorated table. “I thought they’d go with Agatha or Marilyn. Maybe even an Evelyn.” Jason popped a grape into his mouth, biting down with a satisfying crunch.
“But Alice is good, classic.” He kicked his feet up onto the table, knocking over one of the tacky ‘Congratulations’ signs. “But…”
Tim drew in a deep breath through his nose, trying to will the oncoming migraine to go away so he could at least have a semi-pleasant afternoon with his growing family. “But what Jason?”
“The middle name. We haven’t heard it yet! Could be terrible, absolutely destroy my niece’s future.”
“Our niece.” Tim muttered. He picked up the fallen decoration and righted it, internally preening at the small gathering he had put together to celebrate little Alice’s welcome into the world and your feat of human strength pushing her out after carrying her for 42 weeks.
“They could have given her one of our names.” Damian waltzed into the dining room, Titus at his heel. “Grayson did hint at it.” He eyed the careful arrangement of food with a grimace that Tim ignored.
“Yeah right. I don’t think ‘Demon Brat’ or ‘Replacement’ are any good as middle names. Jay, now that’s cute enough for a girl.”
The youngest of the boys glared at his second oldest brother. “Are you calling yourself a girl, Todd?” Despite the obvious jab, said suspected girl just shrugged and continued his ramble.
“What if they named her after Dickhead. Alice Dick Grayson is not a good name.”
“Jesus Christ.”
“I mean they could have named her after her mom-“
“Or our mother.” Ever the mama’s boy, Damian piped up as he slid one of the dove shaped cookies into his pocket.
“What if they named her after Bruce?” Silence washed over the three boys for a moment before they suddenly burst out laughing. Jason hit the ground hard, tears rolling down his scarred cheek as Tim doubled over and Damian hid his smile behind his hand.
“Now that, Replacement, was fucking funny.” He wiped the tears from his eyes, getting up off the floor with a less than graceful groan. He straightened up, his hands on his hips. “Right. Now are you sure we can’t hack into the hospital and pull the birth certificate?”
Tim sighed, having already been on the other end of this conversation with you, then Dick, then you and Dick together, and then his parents and then worst of all— Alfred. “No. If we do that then we don’t get any baby time until she’s 6 months old.”
“But we’d miss the newborn scrunch!” “That’s a cruel and unusual punishment!” Jason and Damian cried out at the same time, making Tim cringe at their volume.
“I know but you know them, they’ll do it too. Remember when we stalked Dick to find out who he had been dating and we didn’t get to meet her until way after they had moved in together? I am not risking it with Alice. Besides, only Alfred knows cause he was her birthing partner.”
“Makes sense.” Jason ran a hand through his already dishevelled hair. “How long till they get here? Cause I am running out of patience.”
“I didn’t think you had any in the first place.” Damian muttered under his breath as Titus sniffed around the pocket of his cardigan.
“Look here brat-“ He spun around, ready to admonish (beat) his brother when the tell-tale sound of the huge front doors opening stopped him in his tracks. Their heads whipped around, their bodies frozen, daring not to even breathe.
“Are you sure you’re fine?” A voice floated down from the hall.
“Stop fussing Dickie, it’s only a few feet. I’m not exactly dying, just fucking sore.”
“She’s fine chum.” Their mother’s giggle accompanied Bruce’s voice.
“Such a mother hen.” They saw Dick first, his body hunched over as he walked backwards, deep purple under his eyes but there was an undeniable sparkle in those blue irises. He had one hand extended, leading you into the dinning room like it was your first time visiting the manor all over again. And you, you were glowing with joy, and exhaustion, but mostly just love and contentment.
“Hi boys.” You cooed, a slight pinch of pain in your voice.
“The baby?” Damian squeaked out before Jason’s palm slapped over his mouth.
“How are you Dovie?” You grinned.
“Don’t bother with all that, I know exactly what you want.” You hobbled over to the table, aiming for the very plush chair that Tim had brought in just for you. “Bruce, stop hogging my daughter.” You called over your shoulder as Dick helped lower you gently down.
With a shamefully deep blush on his cheeks, Bruce rounded the corner, the baby’s carseat in his arms. “I just wanted another second with my first grandchild.” You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Hand over the goods old man.” Jason took his moment to pounce, leaping over the dining room table (much to Tim’s and his mother’s chagrin) and snatching the handle of the seat from his arms. “Where is my precious little monster?”
The little pink blanket covering her fell away, revealing the tiniest member of their family. She was wrinkly and had the barest amount of hair on her little head but in that moment, Jason swore he had never seen anything as beautiful. “You can pick her up, we trust you Jay-bird.” Dick reassured him from his place kneeling beside you. “Just support her head and her butt.”
Jason, for probably the first time in his life, nodded obediently as he placed the carrier onto the table and with the most delicate touch, lifted his niece up and into his arms. She scrunched up and something in his chest jerked. He stared at her instantly as she yawned, her whole face squishing then relaxing before she fell right back asleep, her cooed snores muffled against his collarbone.
“I will kill anyone that even looks at her wrong.” Your smile grew softer as you shared a look with your boyfriend.
“Alright, hand her over, you’ve had her long enough!” Tim snatched her out of his grasp, leaving Jason feeling suddenly very cold. Before he could instigate the inevitable tug-of-war over their niece, he met your gaze and you motioned him over.
He sank onto the arm of the chair, greeting you with a brotherly kiss to the top of your head. “You did so well. She’s perfect.” You gave his hand a squeeze as you watched Damian scramble onto a chair next to Tim, eager to get a good look at Alice all while the new grandparents, including Alfred, carefully observed every little move she made.
“And she’s gonna be so loved.” You added.
“And that’s why we named her after the person that will do everything in their power to make sure she is loved and safe for the rest of their life.” That caught everyone’s attention, letting the room fall into anticipatory silence.
Dick turned to you, his lips pressing to your knuckles. He mouthed an ‘I love you’ to you before turning back to his family. He rose to his feet and gently took his daughter from his little brother’s arms. “So, for the first time ever, I want to introduce you to Alice Robin Grayson.”
“Little bird, that’s beaut-“ His mother started, Bruce on the edge of tears.
“Oh god, he really did name her after himself.” Tim groaned.
“Hey! I named her after all of us, thank you very much.” Dick defended as you leaned over to whisper in your brother-in-law’s ear.
“He totally named her after himself.” Jason laughed and wrapped a great arm around your shoulders just as your daughter was thrust back into your arms so the argument about her name could continue.
“It’s a wonderful middle name!”
“It’s a bit too on the nose chum. Like Damian naming the cow Bat-Cow.”
“Did you just compare my daughter to a cow?!”
“Tt it is much too obvious Grayson.”
“No one asked you short stack.”
You looked up at the taller man who was currently making faces at his niece. “By the way Jason, what do you think about being her godfather?” And at that moment, Titus darted forwards to tackle his owner, successfully retrieving the cookie in his pocket and once again sending the whole room into chaos.
