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Author's Note: I'm sorry if I did the prompt wrong, or not how it was originally imagined. Nonetheless, I hope it can still make you smile.

Batfamily Hugs Pt. 1: Dick

Bruce was emotionally… awkward. The family knew that, and yet that never stopped them from invading Bruce's personal space. It all started with Dick Grayson, the first Robin, naturally. Grayson came from a circus where everyone was open and friendly. They would offer him bright smiles and encouraging pats on the backs. And of course the hugs. Oh, how he loved the hugs; hugs from everyone. The acrobats would pull him in with their legs when dangling from a rope or standing on their hands, the Dare Devils would trap Dick with one arm and mess his hair up, and even the elephants would wrap their long trunks lovingly around the boy wonder. And then his parents… his parents held him when he needed it most. Now they were no longer there, leaving Dick to drag his feet over to his adoptive father and slip his lanky arms around his brooding mentor.

"Robin." Bruce would lightly admonish while his whole frame stiffened to the sudden arms around him. However, his plea seemed to fall upon deaf ears as Dick only buried his sniffling nose further into the black cape. Only Robin could get away with wiping his runny nose on Batman's cape.

Hearing the small boy poorly conceal his shaky sobs, Bruce wrapped one arm behind him to press against the small back of the boy as if to say, 'Stay here; you're safe here.' Whether Dick fully understood the silent message or not, he only wrapped his arms around Batman tighter, and didn't dare to let go.

Now, even at an age when boys – men didn't really hug their fathers, Dick wrapped his long arms around Bruce's shoulders accompanied by his legs around the older man's waist.

"Dick." Bruce set his cup of coffee down. He didn't even need to glance over his shoulder to know who it was.

"See! I told you he would set his coffee down for me." Dick hollered back at a scoffing Jason. Meanwhile Bruce could feel an impending headache throb at his temple. He promptly picked his coffee back up and moved around the kitchen as if he didn't have an ex-robin clinging to his back.

"Hey Bruce."

"Yes, Dick?"

"Can you grab me a bowl?" Bruce did so wordlessly, "Thanks, now can you pour me some cereal?" Bruce sighed, but reached for the box of Cheerios nonetheless.

"Not that one!" Bruce's hand faltered as he was forced to lean forward with Dick's weight pushing him into the counter. "Captain Crunch."

Bruce clenched his jaw, annoyed, but reached for the right cereal this time. "Your teeth are going to fall out with all the sugar you eat."

"Don't worry, Bruce. I brush twice a day as per Alfred's instructions."

Bruce released a small huff of a laugh, "I'm sure you do."

Without having to be told, Bruce poured Dick some milk too for his cereal, and handed his ward a spoon as well.

"Thanks, Bruce." Dick took the spoon, promptly set his legs upon the ground once more, and took his bowl of cereal to eat in front of a dumbfounded Jason.

Once Jason got a hold of himself, he pointed his fork over at Dick accusingly, "That doesn't count."

"What'd ya mean it doesn't count? Of course it counts. I hugged him."

"Yeah, but he wasn't surprised by it."

"You can't surprise, Bruce. Unless I told him Babs was pregnant – which she's not—" Dick promptly added before Jason could comment, "Bruce wouldn't be surprised."

"Maybe not by you."

"Fine then, you give it a go."

Jason smirked, "Nice try, but that wasn't part of the agreement either." He pushed away from the table to put away his dishes before Alfred could admonish him, "Oh, and you owe me twenty bucks, Dickie bird."