Love platonic and family fics with my life like [insert character] × Teen reader or kid reader(platonic) is genuinely the best thing ever however WERE ARE THE FICS OF OLDER SIBLING READERS??? WHY ARE THEY SO HARD TO FIND??? Anyway if anyone has any older sibling fics or platonic fics in general hmu ✌️because I can't be doing it myself anymore PARENT FIC AND SIBLING FICS ARE WELCOMED PLEASEEEE
❥︎Pairing: !Platonic Dad Dick Grayson/Nightwing & Reader
❥︎ ︎Content Warnings: !None
❥︎Summary: You’re worried about your dad.
❥︎Author notes: If you like this work and would want to see more, my requests are open. Also currently I’m in between a few stories so I’m mostly posting a few one-shots from my drafts as fillers, I hope you enjoy them still.
You always knew your dad was a hero.
Not just in the spandex and cape sense, though that was definitely part of it. But in the real way-the kind where he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders and still found a way to smile at you every morning like nothing was wrong.
You also knew that sometimes, being a hero meant making tough calls. The kind that haunted you afterward. The kind that made you shut your door and try to forget the world existed.
That’s exactly what your dad had been doing for the past few days, shutting out the world.
He’d barely left his room. Skipped meals. Skipped patrols, even. He wasn’t talking much, just offering half-hearted “I’m fine”s that didn’t fool either of you.
You weren’t exactly a master chef, but after enough nights of seeing the takeout in the fridge go untouched, you decided to try something. Something small. Something warm.
You found a box of pasta, added too much cheese, and somehow managed not to burn the kitchen down. It wasn’t gourmet, but it was food. And right now, that felt like something.
Balancing the plate carefully, you padded down the hallway and stopped in front of his door. You knocked softly.
No answer.
You knocked again, a little louder. “Dad? You awake?”
Still nothing.
You sighed and pushed the door open, just enough to peek your head in.
The room was dim, the curtains mostly drawn. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, hoodie pulled over his head, elbows resting on his knees. He didn’t even look up when you stepped inside.
“Okay,” you said gently, “I’m officially ignoring the 'do not disturb' sign you’re trying to give off.”
You walked in slowly and held out the plate. “I made food. It’s... not terrible, if I say so myself. Cheesy, like, aggressively cheesy. Figured you’d appreciate the effort.”
He looked up at that, eyes tired, but softening the second they met yours.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he said quietly.
You shrugged. “You didn’t have to skip, like, three days of eating either, but here we are.”
A beat of silence passed between you. Then another.
And without warning, he stood and wrapped you in a bear hug, arms tight around you, lifting your feet just slightly off the ground.
“Hey-!” you squeaked, squirming. “Stop it- you're smothering me!”
He didn’t let go. If anything, he just rocked you gently side to side, holding on like he'd been needing to for days. His head tucked against your shoulder, the tension in his body slowly giving way.
“Smothering is part of the job description,” he mumbled into your hair before pressing a kiss to your forehead.
You tried to jerk back and he let out a tired chuckle.
Eventually, he exhaled and finally loosened his grip, still keeping a hand on your shoulder. “Thank you. For the food. For showing up.”
“You always show up for me,” you said, handing him the plate. “It’s my turn.”
He looked at you like he wanted to say something else, but didn’t. Instead, he took the plate, glanced down at it, and raised an eyebrow. “You trying to kill me with dairy?”
“Only a little.”
He grinned, for real this time and for the first time in days, the room didn’t feel so heavy.
I've seen "Danny is Dick Graysons clone/son", "Dick Grayson is over sexualized by people in the comics", "Dick Grayson is protective of Bruce Wayne when it comes to romance" and "Danny is just as farel if not moreso than Dick"
But I haven't seen them combined yet.
Let's fix that >:)
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Dick was a bit antsy. Someone had been putting his rogues and allies in the critical care units for the past two weeks and hes no closer to figuring out who it is or what thier motivations are.
He didn't want to ask his family for help since they were all busy with cases themselves. Apparently Gotham had its own new rogue that was giving them trouble. Figures. Well, thats fine, he could always be up for seeing Kori again-
Kgnk
The sound of an empty soda can falling out of a trash bin behind him had him whirling around, locking his eyes with that of a startled child.
A child who was stick thin. Walking the streets at night. Alone. Following him around quietly.
Well, at least this one didn't have a camera.
"Hey, kiddo. Who are you?" He asked as he approached slowly, body purposely relaxed as to not scare the child into bolting.
"Danny." The kid just stared at him as if lost in thought. Huh. It's not the typical little kid reaction Nightwing normally gets and it kinda stings his ego. "Okay Danny," Nightwing says softly as he enters grabbing distance, "Were are your mommy and daddy? Do you know you shouldn't be out this late?"
"I don't have a mommy," the kid replies, "But I followed my daddy here!"
Dick looked around, his bad feeling growing worse as he saw no one else but him. "Where's your daddy?"
Danny pointed at him.
"What?! How??!"
"Clone."
Dick stared at him. Yep. That would do it.
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Danny was a little terror. Dick and his family had discovered the connection between all of the people that were attacked. They had all harmed Dick or his family at some point...or, to his shock, hit on them.
The bats had thought little of bringing him to the Watchtower after five heroes were assigned to watch him so he didn't get into anything or in case this was a trap set up by someone.
Nightwing wasn't even gone more than 20 minutes but when he had returned, Kon was tied up with an apple stuck in his mouth as he inched across the floor and away from the pile of kryptonite was was currently on fire (How?! Where did he even-) with what looked like one of those rotisserie things over it big enough for Kon to be on.
Bart was on the floor with what looked liked cookies around him. Was he drugged?
Cassie was face down on the couch looking like she had been thrown there like a rag doll.
Superman himself was standing perfectly still and staring blankly at the wall, clearly in some sort of trance.
Finally his Baby Bird, Tim, was sitting in a recliner with Danny curled into his side. Danny listened with rapt attention as Tim told him the story of one of his adventures.
Dick thought this was karma for how he had acted as a kid. But first, he had to go rescue Red Robin who was giving him pleading looks every few seconds.
Chapters: 1/15
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types, DCU, DCU (Comics)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Tim Drake & Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon & Dick Grayson, Tim Drake & Barbara Gordon, Dick Grayson & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake & Sebastian Ives, Bernard Dowd & Tim Drake, Darla Aquista & Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown & Tim Drake, Dick Grayson & Wally West, Dick Grayson & Roy Harper, Dick Grayson & Donna Troy, Garth & Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson & Koriand'r, Dick Grayson & Selina Kyle, Tim Drake & Selina Kyle, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, Jack Drake & Janet Drake & Tim Drake
Characters: Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Alfred Pennyworth
Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Child Neglect, Child Abandonment, Blood and Injury, Blood and Gore, Implied/Referenced Torture, Graphic Description of Corpses, Canon-Typical Violence, Medical Inaccuracies, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson is Batman, Comatose Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson is Tim Drake's Parent, Tim Drake Needs a Hug (DCU), Tim Drake Gets a Hug (DCU), Tim Drake Needs Therapy (DCU), Tim Drake is a Menace (DCU), Kid Tim Drake (DCU), BAMF Tim Drake (DCU), Protective Tim Drake (DCU), Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Dick Grayson Needs a Hug, Dick Grayson Gets a Hug, Dick Grayson Needs Therapy, Dick Grayson Needs a Break, Dick Grayson is Not Okay, Good Parent Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson is So Done, BAMF Dick Grayson, Protective Dick Grayson, Dick Grayson-centric, Barbara Gordon is Oracle, Barbara Gordon in a Wheelchair, Minor Barbara Gordon/Dick Grayson, BAMF Barbara Gordon, Protective Barbara Gordon, Barbara Gordon Needs a Hug, Barbara Gordon is So Done, Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Platonic Cuddling, Protective Alfred Pennyworth, Good Grandparent Alfred Pennyworth, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Additional Warnings In Author's Note
Series: Part 4 of Out of the Shadows verse
Summary:
Gotham is never quiet, the holidays are no exception to that fact.
As Tim and Dick begin to settle into the new normal, two crime sprees test the strength of their trust.
A string of robberies that leave them struggling to find answers, as bodies begin to appear around the city. With a concerning connection to an enemy that has Dick worried for Tim's safety.
Dick: It's the best Christmas gift I could dream of- What the hell ?
A march forms while Jason and Cass hands weapons under Steph supervision. Tim and Barbs on on the computer, every batvehicule are roaring as they are approaching rapidly.
Damian *On a podium*: TODAY THE INSANITY ENDS ! TODAY GOTHAM WILL HEALS HER WOUNDS ! I REFUSE AND YOU REFUSE TO WATCH ANY OF YOUR KIN THREATENED ANYMORE ! NO MORE TEARS SHED ! NO MORE BLOOD ! REMEMBER ALL YOU BROTHERS AND SISTERS WHOL FELL SO YOU COULD LIVE TO THIS MOMENT ! AVENGE THEM TODAY ! MY SOLDIERS RAGE !
Duke flies right toward Arkham, followed by an army of guns and molotovs.
Dick: Where's Bru-
His phone ring, a photo of Bruce tied up, sent by Alfred. "An early gift, love (Grand)Dad"
Once again coming on here to say that Dick Grayson should have a daughter. It will fix him I promise being a girldad will solve everything. Bring back Olivia!! Or atleast let him adopt some other kid I guess
Not opposed to a Dickbabs child, just don't see it happening in main continuity but that would be awesome too!
He'd never expected this. It was a complete shock. But he was going to do this right, he was going to be the best dad ever to this precious little boy. His adorable little bird.
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Dick hated CADMUS. CADMUS always did the creepiest experiments and they just looooved clones. He was on the clean up crew. The Justice League had taken care of the top floors and were currently further down into whatever horrid depths were below. Honestly, he was happy to be here on the second floor, trying to help the poor rats, bunnies, and lizards that had been experimented on. It was clear they had been doing something with regenerative qualities, based on the Lazarus Water the League had been able to find. Also the strange, slightly glowing green limbs that some of the animals sported was kind of a dead give away. He was helping Robin with some rabbits when Batman approached him.
“Nightwing. Robin. You’re needed below,” he told them curtly before turning around, his cape flapping dramatically. And they said Jay was the dramatic one in the family. Dick sighed, before putting the rabbit in a cage to be transported to S.T.A.R. labs.
“Come on Robin,” he said, dusting off some imaginary dirt from his suit before standing up and offering his hand to the younger man. “His tone didn’t sound good, something must be up.” Robin took his hand and they made their way after Batman. The older man was waiting for them in front of the elevator. Dick could tell from the firm press of his mouth that something was bothering Batman - Bruce. Robin (Damian) was silent as well, picking up on the fact that something was amiss.
The elevator went deep. Level 19. The doors opened, Batman stepped out, leading them towards the large, liquid filled cylinder. Inside was a human child. The long, black hair moved gently in the water. As the child was not clothed, they could see that it was a boy. Or at least, male presenting. Semantics. Dick was being distracted by the small things.
“We have reviewing the data in regards to this… this specimen. It seems that once the alarms went off that we were here, they attempted to destroy the evidence of his creation and purpose. What we did find,” here, Batman paused, then continued, “was that they used DNA of a Robin. It doesn’t say which one. That part is… gone. I have called your brothers. He will be transferred to the Watchtower, where we can determine his parentage and determine what will happen with him. I merely… wanted you two to be able to see him.”
Superman came up and put a reassuring hand on Batman's shoulder. Those two were sickenly sweet, if you knew what to look for. Turning back to look at the tube, Dick stared at it. All of them had black hair. The boy’s skin wasn’t as pale as Tim’s. Nor was it as dark as Damian’s. He was likely either Jason’s or Dick’s. Dick hasn’t been Robin in years though.
“Hey B, is he just a straight 100% clone? Or does he have all sorts of DNA in him? Kinda like a chimera?” he asked curiously. Batman looked up briefly from the documents.
“I don’t believe he is a clone. Similar to Superboy, I think multiple… species and donors were used to create him.” Dick nodded.
Okay.
So he couldn’t rule out Damian or Tim then as the father of the boy. As strange as these circumstances were, Dick couldn’t help but be excited. He was going to be an uncle! If the kid had Damian’s pout? They would be so adorable! Or Timmy’s big, sharp blue eyes and his intellect? The kid was going to be an adorable menace! And if he was Jay’s kid? He was gonna spoil the crap out of them, to make up for lost time. Yeah! Dick was going to be the best uncle ever!
***
He really should have considered himself a possibility more. The DNA, even though it degraded like crazy, even though they’d only taken it like an hour ago, proved that he, Richard Grayson, was the father. Or at least, the human father. The other DNA was practically gone. Honestly, if it hadn’t been for some key alleles, then this test would have been inconclusive.
He’d been wrong though.
He wasn’t becoming an uncle.
He was a dad.
Dick… didn’t know what to make of it. The boy had been removed from the tube, bathed, and his hair cut. Yet he didn’t wake up. It had been four days. Barbara and Tim had managed to recover some of the files. They had pissed everyone off. He may have punched a punching bag until his hands were bruised and his knuckles were raw and bleeding. Dick has tuned out the lecture Bruce and Alfred had given him. That was his baby! His kid! And they’d done… they’d done all those things!
No wonder the kid wasn’t waking up.
No one would after torture and experimentation like that.
Speaking of Babs.
They’d been together for what, five months this time? They’d decided to try dating again, now that they were both older and more mature. It had been going well! Really well. And now… now he’d had to propose a break, while he figured everything out with his brand new kid. Surprise! Babs, the sweetheart that she was, had understood. His life had completely changed now. He didn’t blame the boy, of course not. Dick was excited and terrified. If he could just be half the parents his were… he would be happy. He could take everything he’d learned, from his parents, Bruce, and Alfred, Dick was certain his kid would be okay. He wouldn’t fail his boy.
He was sitting in the cafeteria, stirring at his soup when he got an alert on his phone. The heart monitors and everything else began to show that the boy was crashing. Fear and panic raced through him as he got up and raced towards the room. He knew all of the others would be by shortly. But… his son… his child that had been hurt was dying. He’d never even gotten a chance to meet him. To name him. To love him. All his boy had known was pain. That hurt more than anything else.
Dick rounded the corner, terrified for what he was about to see.
He halted, surprised when he saw the bed empty, the machines blaring as the person they were connected to was gone. As he stepped forward to turn them off, he noticed on the far side of the room was the boy. He was sitting in front of the floor to ceiling window, staring out into space with a look of awe and wonder on his face. His little hands were pressed against the glass as he gazed upon the cosmos.
Dick felt his heart melt.
What an utter cutie.
He took a deep breath before slowly and gently walking over to the child. His son hadn’t noticed him yet. He reached out and touched the child’s arm. Blue, curious eyes looked back at him. They looked nearly identical to his own.
“Hey buddy. Can you understand me?” he asked gently. The boy nodded. He had pretty, long eyelashes and straight black hair. All just like Dick. Really, how could he not have seen it before?
“Do you - do you know who you are?” Dick asked. Had they called him clone? Had they told him he was just and experiment? Dick was going to push for no leniancy for any of those CADMUS fuckers. His kid shook his head ‘no’ once more.
“Okay. Do you wanna go back to bed? You have to be tired, right? You can barely move.” He may have an ulterior motive of getting his kid back in bed and checked over. It would make him feel better.
“No,” the boy rasped out, before looking confused. Those small hands left the window before reaching up to touch his throat. Hearing something, Dick looked out the corner of his eye to see Tim in his Red Robin attire hovering by the bed. Damian, dressed as Robin, came through the door as he looked over there. He wouldn’t be surprised if the others would be here soon. The exceptions would probably be Duke, Steph, and Cass as they all had stuff going on. College, being a nurse, and being halfway across the planet were all good excuses.
“Well, you’re cold aren’t you? Let’s get you a blanket.” Dick made sure to say it loud enough for the others to hear. Tim hurried off, then came back with a thick and fuzzy blanket. Sending a smile of gratitude Tim’s way, he opened up the blanket and wrapped it around the boy who was still sitting splayed legged on the floor.
“Here.” The blanket was soon wrapped around his son, resting on his little shoulders. He was just so tiny and cute. Shock and surprise briefly flashed across the boy’s face as he pulled the blanket around him like a little cloak.
“Thank you,” the boy whispered, his voice stronger and more sure than before. His little boy could talk. Well, he’d kinda known that when his kid had said no earlier. He was trying to be kind! And to make a good first impression here! Speaking of which.
“You’re welcome. I’m Nightwing.” He said, introducing himself. His boy nodded, accepting Dick’s introduction? “You’re in space. We’re on the Watchtower, the Justice League’s secret base! Aren’t you a lucky bird?” He continued, making sure to keep his tone light and happy. Dick wanted his son to feel safe, to feel that it was okay.
“Not a bird,” his boy protested.
“No? What are you then?” he asked with a grin.
“A human.” Didn’t that hit him right in the feels. No matter everything that happened to him, a lot of which Dick and the rest didn’t know about, he knew he was a human. His son knew he wasn’t an experiment. That - that took a massive load off of Dick’s chest.
“Yeah. Yeah you are,” Dick responded softly. He really didn’t need to freak the kid out by crying.
Jason had clearly shown up behind them, Bruce not too long after. He could hear their whispers, but he appreciated that they were leaving Dick some space with his kid. His baby. Okay, so the parenting instincts were kicking in quick. Not that it ever took long for him to get attached, but still! This was probably a record.
“Am I someone?” That startled Dick out of his thoughts, as he turned to look at his son. They’d been sitting for quite a while.
“What do you mean?” Dick asked, slightly confused.
“I don’t remember anything. But I know things I shouldn’t. I’m not a baby. I’m older than that.” his son paused, keeping his eyes on the Dick’s face. “I was someone, right? I just lost my memories?”
Okay.
Okay okay okay.
This was very good.
But also bad.
Good that his son didn’t remember all of the torture, experimentation, and everything else. Bad cause now Dick had to somehow explain all of this…
“It’s a bit more complicated than that,” he whispered sadly.
“Will you tell me?” Was this how B felt when he asked for stuff as a kid? Struggling not to give in and give the cute little angel child in front of him everything they ever wanted?
“Sure. But not right now, okay? You need to eat and now that you’re awake, we need to do a wellness check. Can you stand?” Deflecting. Distraction. That Dick could do for now.
There was no way it was going to last forever.
If his kid was as curious as he was, it would only last a few days, at most.
“Can you help me? They don’t move right.” Dick frowned. That wasn’t good. He stood up, then offered his hand to the boy.
“Sure. We’ll need to scan them, see what’s wrong with them,” he remarked. That tiny hand reached out, grabbing his offered hand. The boy wobbled, but managed to stand on his shaky legs. He leaned heavily on Dick, but that was totally fine. It let him have his boy close. Even with the blanket he was slightly chilled. Dick was going to have to get more blankets and maybe see if he could get some hot coco from the cafeteria. It would be instant, but it would help warm his kid.
They slowly made their way back to the bed. He could see how much effort and concentration it was taking just to walk. He could just pick up the frail boy and carry him to the bed. His little bird wouldn’t learn though. Walking was necessary. Were these his first steps? Had he always been strapped down on a table every time he’d been woken up before?
Dick couldn’t take this away from him.
He’d be here, no matter how many times his little bird fell, he’d pick him back up and help him back on to his feet.
He did have to lift his boy back onto the bed. He’d carried his son before, or at least held him, but never when he was awake. Dick had missed the baby stage. He’d missed the stage of constantly holding and carrying his baby. Obviously it wasn’t his fault or anything for having missed that. Dick was solely blaming CADMUS for everything.
“What’s my name?” Dick couldn’t help his wince.
“You don’t have one. Yet,” he told the child.
“But. Doesn’t everyone have a name?”
Oh boy. His kid was already so smart. Yes, generally everyone had a name. But Dick hadn’t exactly picked one yet? Plus he didn’t know if the kid was used to being called something, or maybe like Conner, he wanted to pick his own name… There were a lot of different possibilities and he didn’t know which route he wanted to go yet. Thankfully B cleared his throat loudly, drawing his son’s attention to the collection of heroes at the base of his bed.
“How are you feeling?” Batman asked.
“Okay, I think. I don’t know any different.” The child said, his fingers idly messing with the sheets.
“Let’s get those health scans started.” Batman said. Dammit Bruce!
“B!” he scolded. “At least introduce yourself first!”
“I’m Batman.”
“Red Hood.”
“Red Robin.”
“Robin.”
“Hi” the boy stated, giving a shy little wave. “I’m… someone.” Batman’s lips twitched, but Red Hood and Red Robin laughed. Robin remained stoic, wary even. Dick had to suppress his own smile.
“Well, someone, why don’t we start?” Dick asked in a light, teasing tone.
His kid was just so cute.
They had to start the test now though. Hopefully that wouldn’t trigger anything or cause him to freak out. Thankfully his son let him carry him to the room with all the testing equipment in the medical wing of the Watchtower. His boy was able to lay down for a lot of the tests. The results were… upsetting. It was clear his child had rarely, if ever, had the chance to stand, based on how there was practically no muscular growth in the legs, and how the bones showed that they were less dense than a typical seven year old’s legs. Seven years old. That was the estimate for how old his little bird was physically.
Thankfully practicing walking, along with ensuring he ate calcium rich foods should cause that to be cleared up. It was a relief there was no lasting damage. While laying down to get some X-Rays, his little bird fell asleep.
It wasn’t totally surprising.
Coma patients or patients who had been through a lot medically tended to sleep a lot. Was his son still trying to heal? Or was it mental trauma that the boy was trying to heal from? Dick had to gently shake his son awake when M’gann came to check his mind. She frowned during the scan, before eventually informing them that there didn’t seem to be any sort of magic or any sort of implanted memories in his mind. However, she couldn’t access a majority of it due to blocks. The blocks were clearly put in place by his little bird.
They were likely traumatic blocks, put in place by his son to protect himself from whatever he’d gone through.
How that made Dick’s heart break.
He’d have to make up for it. He’d try his best to make up for all of that pain and suffering his little bird had gone through. Dick was going to have to make some massive changes to his life, but it would be worth it.
After all the tests, it was time for his cutie to get some food in him. As tempting as it was to give him ice cream, and chocolate, and some of Dick’s favorite foods, he’d been reminded by M’gann and others that it was best to start with blander foods. So Spaghetti it was!
He felt a little bad, but it was so cute how his kid was struggling to eat the spaghetti, making a mess. It - it reminded Dick of a toddler. He shouldn’t be enjoying this, helping feed his son, wiping his mouth. It was just… this is exactly what he would be doing if his son was a toddler. Feeding him, caring for him. Dick needed to get toys and books. He wouldn’t have to teach his little bird to speak, but maybe he could teach him how to read? It would be a good way to bond with his son, have him in Dick’s lap, reading along with Dick.
What if his kid ended up hating him? What if he ended up liking someone else other than Dick? What if he wanted to live with someone else?
God, that would hurt so bad.
Dick would have to let him go though, wouldn’t he?
Right now he was no one to his son. Just another random person who’d been there when he’d woken up.
After the child drifted off to sleep, Dick hurried to Batman. To Bruce. His dad. He needed - he needed help. Advice. Just… anything. Batman was in the medical lab room, reviewing the results with Red Robin and Miss Martian.
“Hey, can I have a minute alone with B?” he asked the other two. They paused, looking at each other before leaving. He’d probably get asked about it later. Probably. Batman set the tablet down, his eyes trained on Dick.
“When you - when you took us in, were you ever afraid that we would hate you? That we wouldn’t like you?” Bruce paused, his mouth opening and closing once or twice. Well, at least he was thinking carefully about what he was going to tell Dick.
“I was,” Bruce said slowly. “I knew that all of you had recently lost a parent or two. I knew you might resent me for being there, for taking their place, even if that was never my intention.”
“But you did it anyway.”
“I did. I have never regretted it,” Bruce told him firmly. Shakily, Dick stepped forward and hugged his dad.
“I’m scared he’s not going to like me. I’ve also missed so much already. He’s seven physically, but how long has he actually been alive? Based on Conner, CADMUS is able to accelerate growth,” Dick whispered. Bruce squeezed him briefly, before pulling back slightly, not releasing the hug.
“I promise you that we will do everything we can to help you bond with him, chum. It also might be a good idea to talk to Conner. He might have the best insight in how to proceed.”
“Yeah,” Dick agreed, his voice wobbling with held back tears. “It’s just a lot, you know? Like everything’s changed.” He took a deep breath.
“I’m thinking about quitting the police force, if it’s decided that I’m the best person for him to go to. He’ll need my full attention. Do you - do you think he’ll end up coming home with me?” There was a hopeful note in Dick’s voice.
“I think there is a high chance he will. So far, you are the only one we’ve determined he shares DNA with. Who he ends up attaching to and liking will also sway the decision. Who has the means to do so as well, and will be able to protect him from potential threats. You have most of those, chum. The only one you’re missing is if he’s going to end up attached to you. However… he’s currently not attached to anyone.”
His dad had a lot of good points. Dick felt a little better. He leaned into his dad, enjoying his dad’s gentle patting of his back. They stayed there for a bit, before returning to their duties.
***
Dick spent a few hours in the store grabbing all sorts of things. He’d nearly cried upon seeing the soft, gray elephant in the nursery and baby section. It reminded him of Zitka, of home. He’d bought it. He wasn’t sure when he was going to give it to his baby. Probably when he met ‘Dick’. He didn’t want to give his boy the elephant as Nightwing. He’d gotten some books, ranging from toddler age to young adult. He’d picked up the Percy Jackson series. Dick was going to have to ask Jay for some book recommendations.
Dick had bought a generic night light as well, since his little bird had woken up from a nightmare the other day, although he’d refused to tell anyone what happened in it. Card games and other two player games went into the cart as well.
Now it was time to bond with his son.
Notes:
It is so hard to just keep constantly referring to Danny as ‘the child’, ‘the kid’, ‘his son’.
Thank you, as always, to the wonderful Harthic for betaing my fic! If you’re interested, come check out my other fics on ao3!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 25/25
Fandom: Batman - All Media Types
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Characters: Dick Grayson, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Tim Drake, Barbara Gordon, Jason Todd
Additional Tags: Dad!Dick, baby!Damian, AU, AU Where Dick Raises Damian, Background Character Death, very ooc and does not match canon batfamily universe, Non-Graphic Violence, Violence
Series: Part 1 of The (Mis)adventures of Richard Grayson - Father of One
Summary:
Richard Grayson had the greatest years of his life as the first Robin, but now it's time for him to do his own thing. Be an adult, have some fun, enjoy his Young Adult years.
Too bad he had to be a father at the age of 19 because Bruce can't keep his dick in his pants and is too busy brooding to be a responsible adult.
