dick flipped the pancake he was making and looked back over his shoulder at his daughter. mar’i had already left for the day, and jake would take at least another hour to rise from his bed without some serious coercion and/or bribing, and dick had assumed ran’i would take a bit more rest after patrol. you know, like a normal human being. sure, if the general public were to ask alfred or god forbid kori what dick’s sleep-to-work ratio was it would be nearly toppling with the uneven weight, but this isn’t about him. fatherhood taught him more than nights on the street ever could. regardless of soliloquies, he was happy to have another living in the soul in the kitchen. the words however, spiked his interest.
“ what’s up, buttercup? “ he’s already been informed being a literal father has made his dad jokes worse. but if being BATMAN’S partner hadn’t trained it out of him, then surely domesticity stood no chance. “ can you tell me while you eat? i know you went out last night, and i also know you didn’t bring a snack. that’s the most important rule of patrolling aside from, you know, justice and whatnot. “