Who wants a WIP
Someone meets lil baby Dick Grayson for the first time
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“Since when did you have a kid?!” He doesn’t think he’s ever seen Gordon so shocked, which is surprising.
He blinked, glancing down to where Dick was scribbling in his notebook with a matching robe on before looking back up at the older man. How long has it been…? Oh. “Since six months ago…?” he trailed off at the strangled noise the commissioner made.
“Did… I can’t believe I’m going to ask this,” Gordon whispered. “Did you steal a child Bruce?”
He blinked again, confused. Did he? No, he was going to go with no. “No?” Honestly he might have more confusion in his voice than the other did. What was so surprising- Oh!
“I have a foster license,” he informed his… friend? Ally? Ally worked. He informed his ally. “But we’re waiting for the adoption to go through.” Technically he could pay to speed it up but that would also risk media coverage which he didn’t want, nor did Dick need it. Reporters were like vultures, he swore.
Well, actually, at least vultures were an important part of their ecosystem so there was that.
Gordon breathed a quiet curse, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Okay, alright, sure, you’ve had a kid for six months and somehow no one has found out, alright.” Well it wasn’t like he liked going out into public so that had honestly probably helped.
“You couldn’t have,” the red-haired man made some sort of motion with his hands. “I don’t know, warned me ahead of time before someone broke into your house? What if someone had taken the kid?!”
Bruce frowned, nose scrunching up at his own distaste at the thought. “I wouldn’t let them,” he informed Gordon seriously.
“How, Bruce? You can’t fight and would get hurt yourself, then what?” Well he could fight, even if people didn’t realize that with how passive he acted in public. “How did you even get a child, you’re never even out?”
“A big bat-thing dropped me off!” Dick was the one to cheerfully answer, causing another officer to choke while Gordon looked close to having a stroke, looking between the two of them.
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Garak: I trust that Starfleet intelligence will be sending someone along to make good use of this opportunity ;)
Julian upon waking up and seeing Sloan: oh god I’m going to be the one gathering intelligence
Also a bonus disgruntled Julian
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i love that gale canonically calls tara a cat, but gets offended when you call her a cat like sir those are your words im using! im using your words! you described her as a cat. the words that came out of your mouth were “i have a cat”. the fuck was i supposed to know she was anything else?
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