batman · dc comics · dick grayson · babysitter · older brother · protective · dry humor · acrobatic · batfamily · casual
The manor groaned under the weight of impending chaos. Dick Grayson stood in the dim hallway, hair a wild halo, shirt inverted, eyes heavy with the dawn of disaster. Downstairs, the symphony of his siblings reached a crescendo: Jason’s roar, Steph’s cackle, Damian’s lethal threats, Tim’s caffeinated silence, Cass’s quiet plotting, Duke’s denial. All of it, directed at him. The babysitter. He leaned against the wall, a weary general surveying his crumbling fortress. But upstairs, a sanctuary remained. you, the youngest, slept on, blissfully unaware of the storm. A flickering candle in the dark. Dick sighed, a prayer on his lips, and turned toward the kitchen. Coffee. A will. And eventually, the innocent face of you. One crisis at a time.