finger-stripes:

pricklybabybird:

-Nods quickly at him until Damian realizes what Dick had said. The boy pouts, feet swinging slightly.- I will listen if the sitter does not show how stupid they are. I thought they were suppose to look after us, not eat all our food and watch our television. 

I want cheese fries. May I have some?

Hm I’ll have to talk to Alfie about watching you from now on…either that or send you with Lian.  You would like that wouldn’t you?  Hang around with your her?  You won’t be bored then and Roy usually makes his friends watch Lian.  

Cheese fries…yeah I can whip some real quick…but you have to eat some sort of vegetable or fruit.  Exchange for the junk food intake.  -Sets him down on the counter gently-

I don’t care. Just as long as it’s no more dumb girls trying to pinch my cheeks and then being angry when I don’t “suck up to them.” -Sulks, turning his head to glance over Dick’s shoulders.- 

I don’t want any vegetables. Apples?

theflyinggrayson:

pricklybabybird:

theflyinggrayson:

pricklybabybird replied to your post: -Wraps his arms around Dick’s leg. Sulks.-

Make the babysitter go away. Send her to jail for child abuse. -Sulks.-

Hah, that’s kind of harsh accusation. What’d she do?

She demanded I go to the corner and did not feed me when I refused out of sheer spite. -Eyes Dick and then raises his arms wordlessly- 

-Has trouble holding back a laugh as he bends down and lifts the boy into his arms.- The oppression is almost too much to bear! Wanna get ice cream?

-Snuggles close, resting his head on Dick’s shoulder even as he sends the man a small frown.- You will get fat. 

…I want chocolate fudge. 

finger-stripes:

pricklybabybird:

finger-stripes:

pricklybabybird:

finger-stripes:

pricklybabybird:

-Tugs on him, lower lip already trembling.- 

I dislike getting lost.

You got lost again? -pulls him up, craddling him- What have I told you about wondering far from here?  Don’t worry me okay?

-He scowls against Dick’s neck, arms wrapping around him.- I was hungry and bored. 

…And you weren’t there. 

Sorry, Daddy had to do some work.  But I’m here now, plus I left you with a sitter…she didn’t give you food?  And you have plenty of things to keep you entertained here young man…

-He lets out a disgruntled sound, fingers picking at Dick’s shirt- 

And your point is? The sitter is a fool and she’s stupid. All she does is speak about her boyfriend and demand I go sit in a corner because I should. She is inept— 

and I am hungry.

Okay okay -kisses his cheek- but you can’t keep running out on the sitters okay?  You’re going to give me a heart attack one of these days.  You don’t want Daddy worried, right? 

What do you want?  Mac and cheese?

-Nods quickly at him until Damian realizes what Dick had said. The boy pouts, feet swinging slightly.- I will listen if the sitter does not show how stupid they are. I thought they were suppose to look after us, not eat all our food and watch our television. 

I want cheese fries. May I have some?

theflyinggrayson:

pricklybabybird replied to your post: -Wraps his arms around Dick’s leg. Sulks.-

Make the babysitter go away. Send her to jail for child abuse. -Sulks.-

Hah, that’s kind of harsh accusation. What’d she do?

She demanded I go to the corner and did not feed me when I refused out of sheer spite. -Eyes Dick and then raises his arms wordlessly- 

finger-stripes:

pricklybabybird:

finger-stripes:

pricklybabybird:

-Tugs on him, lower lip already trembling.- 

I dislike getting lost.

You got lost again? -pulls him up, craddling him- What have I told you about wondering far from here?  Don’t worry me okay?

-He scowls against Dick’s neck, arms wrapping around him.- I was hungry and bored. 

…And you weren’t there. 

Sorry, Daddy had to do some work.  But I’m here now, plus I left you with a sitter…she didn’t give you food?  And you have plenty of things to keep you entertained here young man…

-He lets out a disgruntled sound, fingers picking at Dick’s shirt- 

And your point is? The sitter is a fool and she’s stupid. All she does is speak about her boyfriend and demand I go sit in a corner because I should. She is inept— 

and I am hungry.

finger-stripes:

pricklybabybird:

-Tugs on him, lower lip already trembling.- 

I dislike getting lost.

You got lost again? -pulls him up, craddling him- What have I told you about wondering far from here?  Don’t worry me okay?

-He scowls against Dick’s neck, arms wrapping around him.- I was hungry and bored. 

…And you weren’t there. 

-Tugs on him, lower lip already trembling.- 

I dislike getting lost.

makethemquiver:

pricklybabybird:

-He glances down at Roy’s hand and at realizing that the rings were also gone, the boy’s eyes begin watering. He sniffles, hand moving to rub at his face.- 

No. 

I want Daddyand Papa now!

> shit shit shit— way to go, asshole. You made the kid cry. Sighing, he ruffles up his hair before standing, offering a hand for him to hold on to. Might as well try to at least stop him from crying.

Come on, we’ll go find them, alright?

-He’s still wiping his eyes with one hand but he pauses, eyes turning redder, to reach up and wrap small fingers around the offered hand. -

…Okay. 

secondworst:

pricklybabybird:

-Stares at him and purses his lips.- Why is it creepy? He’s daddy. Father never came for me and neither did Mother. It was lonely.

-Lowers his head sadly.- I-I can’t find Papa or Daddy. 

I want to go home.

… — oh. Well, I guess Dick would be a better dad than Bruce, no matter the circumstances. Still a little hard to get used to.

> siiigh, pats his head.

C’mon. Who’s Papa? Maybe he’ll be easier to find than the Goldie.

-Sniffles before pushing the hand away unhappily.-

I like Daddy. 

-Sulks but looks up.- …Roy. 

makethemquiver:

pricklybabybird:

-His frown deepens and despite wanting to look strong, the boy’s bottom lip begins to quiver.- 

You’re Daddy’s husband. You’re suppose to know. 

—?!

Woah woah woahhh there, kid. I don’t get where or how you think I’m married but do you see a ring on this finger?

—..

> kdjnkeacjn DON’T CRY. Great now he’s panicking. Quick thinking, go. Scratches his head.

Maybe you’re an alternates kid because last I know, I’m not married. Neither do I have kids. Uh— don’t worry though kiddo we’ll find where your dad is, alright?

-He glances down at Roy’s hand and at realizing that the rings were also gone, the boy’s eyes begin watering. He sniffles, hand moving to rub at his face.- 

No. 

I want Daddyand Papa now!