Bruce glanced up at the chandelier with a tired sigh. He could see a head of hair sticking through the decor.
‘What’s the worst that could happen when adopting a kid?’ He let out a mix between a chuckle and a sound of pure exhaustion.
He loves Dick with all his heart, but the boy needed to stop trying to give him gray hairs.
The boy jolted as Bruce called up to him,
“You know if you knock down any more pieces of that chandelier, Alfred is going to just throw the whole thing out. Now get down from there bud it’s breakfast time.”
Before making an entrance to the kitchen and pausing.
Sitting at the table, drowning a stack of waffles in maple syrup, was one Richard Grayson.
“Hey B! Thought I heard you say something, who were you talking to?”
“But- I-?”
Bruce stiffened as he heard the sound of hesitant feet walking up next to him.
The boy’s hair and eye color did match Dick’s and his thin frame hid well in the decorative hanging; but now that he was closer it was clear that the boy was much older than his ward.
Bruce felt his Batman instincts blaring in the back of his head but all he could do was lock befuddled eyes with the teen.
For a moment everything was silent before the kid spoke up in, surprisingly, a midwestern accent,
“Believe me sir, I’m just as confused as you are.”
View of a 1933 Essex Terraplane 8 Series KT Deluxe sedan at the Book Cadillac Hotel. Stamped on back: "B.G. Miller, commercial photographer. Phone Hogarth 5159. 4373 Waverly Ave., Detroit, Mich." Handwritten on back: "July 11/33. Essex Terraplane 8 Deluxe sedan. Taken at Book Cadillac Hotel."
National Automotive History Collection, Detroit Public Library
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