Disclaimer: I own nothing and no one in the DC Universe, but Daniella Dahlia Wayne is mine.

Dick released a groan as he rolled over in his large bed. He patted the place beside him that was now empty. He lifted his head up in slight confusion. Where was she? He sat up in bed, stretched his arms, and stood up. He decided to forego his morning push-up ritual; after all, he had his workout last night. And what a workout it was! He allowed a small smile to grace his face for a few seconds. Speaking of last night - where was she? She wasn't in his attached bathroom…or in the balcony. A strange aroma slowly filled his nostrils making him realize that not only was she in the kitchen, but something was also burning. He quickly made his way to the kitchen, and a small smile graced his features at the scene before him. There she was…sitting on the counter by the stove, wearing one of his dress shirts – the one that ended up on the floor last night. Her nose was in a book, and eggs were burning in the pan beside her as she absently stirred them with a spatula. He chuckled softly, causing her attention to drift to him. A small, bashful smile appeared on her face as he approached. "Good morning," she smiled softly as Dick came to stand before her. He placed his hands on the sides of her thighs and responded with his own good morning kiss. He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. This was peace. This was home. He didn't care what others thought about this relationship with her. For the first time in a long time, he felt…fine. He brought his hands up to her face as he inhaled her scent. "What are you doing?" he breathed as he leaned back to look into her green eyes that shone with flecks of gold.

"I wanted to make you breakfast," she said. Dick looked down at the black and brown…thing in the pan. "It didn't really go well," she said bashfully.

"You do know that when you cook, you're supposed to pay attention to the food," Dick laughed as he grabbed the smoking pan and placed it in the sink.

"I was, but then I got bored. So, I started reading a book. I guess I got distracted," she said with a smile. Dick continued laughing as he walked back over to her, placing his hands gently on her outer thighs. "I thought you were supposed to be perfect at everything," he said with a smirk.

"I will have you know - I am an excellent cook. I was only distracted," Daniella said.

"You…distracted?" Dick scoffed. "I thought your concentration was always on point." Daniella rolled her eyes as Dick laid a quick kiss on her lips. "Your grandfather would be so disappointed," Dick added as he kissed her gently. "What had the princess of Wayne Manor so distracted, she couldn't pay attention to her eggs?"

"I was just reading…and thinking," she added shyly.

"About?" Dick urged her on.

"Last night," she said biting her lower lip while looking down.

"Really," Dick said pulling her closer, allowing her to wrap her legs around his waist, "was I that good?"

"I am not stroking your ego," Daniella laughed as she wrapped her arms around Dick's shoulders, bringing him flush against her.

"I think my ego was stroked just enough last night," Dick's eyes widened with amusement as his hands began to slowly wander up her torso, under the shirt she was wearing. "But I wouldn't mind for it to get stroked just a little more," Dick grinded his hips against her before his mouth descended on hers. Daniella allowed herself to get lost in her body's sensations as Dick began laying kisses on her naturally, dark-tanned skin. "Maybe we should…return to bed," Daniella suggested breathlessly as she felt Dick stroke her between her legs. She desperately tried to fight a moan. Dick laughed inwardly. Daniella always fought her body's natural response when it came to their love-making. "Bed…Dick," Daniella gasped as his hands brushed her breasts.

"What?" Dick laughed. "Sex on the kitchen counter doesn't thrill you?" Before the two could venture further, they were interrupted by a knock on Dick's front door. They froze. "Maybe if we're really still, they'll go away," Dick suggested playfully.

"Dick," a deep voice called loudly from the other side of the door. Daniella's eyes widened as she looked at Dick in horror. "Father," she gasped.

"I know you're home, Dick," Bruce continued. "You wear a tracker, remember?"

"Hide," Dick said as Daniella began running around the condo, picking up anything and everything that could be connected to her before hiding somewhere in one of his two bedrooms.

"Master Bruce, are you sure this is absolutely necessary?" Dick heard Alfred ask. Dick quickly opened the front door before Bruce could respond. "Bruce. Alfred," he said their names as nonchalantly as possible, stepping aside, letting them in – anything to make Bruce not suspicious.

"Morning, Master Dick," Alfred greeted first.

"Where's Daniella?" Bruce demanded of the young man.

"Huh?" Dick feigned ignorance. Bruce gave him a withering glance. "Daniella," Bruce repeated.

"What makes you think she's here?" Dick asked, pretending to be offended.

"You do know I have trackers in all of you," Bruce answered cheekily.

"I found all of your trackers and removed them," Dick argued.

"No, you didn't," Bruce said as he began looking around. "Daniella!" he called out. "I know you're here!"

"What do you mean I didn't find them all?" Dick followed behind. "The one in the back of my neck, my arm, my thigh, my stomach…where else could he have hid them?" he asked Alfred as Bruce began searching the two bedrooms. "He didn't put one in my-" Dick pointed to below his waist.

"Master Dick!" Alfred exclaimed.

"What?" Dick shrugged, "it's the only place I didn't check." Bruce stomped up to him saying, "I know she's here. Why is my daughter here?"

"Bruce…" Dick groaned.

"She's not in the manor. After the way she presented herself at the gala last night, I thought I'd take her to her favorite restaurant this morning, but her bed was made."

"Daniella always makes her bed," Richard said. "She always boasts about how great of a bedmaker she is."

"Her bed hadn't been touched," Bruce folded his arms.

"How can you possibly know that?" Dick asked incredulously.

"Her tracker places her here," Bruce said, looking at his phone again.

"Her tracker could be malfunctioning," Dick suggested. Bruce smirked before saying, "Not the ones I buy."

"Master Bruce, maybe Master Dick is correct," Alfred spoke.

"I'm checking the bedrooms again. I want to know why she's hiding from me." He marched back to one of the rooms. "Alfred," Dick complained.

"You have only yourself to blame," Alfred said, holding his hands up. "I warned you before you decided on this…tryst of yours." Richard only glared at the old butler. A scuffle could be heard coming from one of the bedrooms. "Seems Miss Wayne has been found," Alfred stated.

"Thanks," Richard deadpanned as Bruce exited a bedroom, holding his daughter by the arm.

"You are unbelievable," Daniella said, shaking her arm loose.

"Why are you here?" Bruce demanded. He then looked down at her state of dress…or undress. His stare turned ice cold. "Do not tell me this is what I think it is," he said stiffly, his fists clenching and unclenching.

"I'm 19," Daniella glared at her father, "who I sleep with is no longer any of your concern." Bruce's face went white with rage. Alfred turned and walked to the kitchen. "Where do you keep the ice?" Alfred asked.

"Why?" Dick asked right before a fist connected with his jaw. Dick dropped to the floor. He could see Daniella yelling at Bruce, Bruce seemed to be yelling back. The world was spinning, and penguins were dancing around his head. Dick slowly reached up to catch one before his vision faded into nothingness.

"You just had to punch him, didn't you?" Daniella was saying as Dick slowly regained consciousness. Bruce had begrudgingly helped his daughter move Dick to the couch, laying him down. Alfred had placed multiple ice cubes in a plastic bag, and Daniella now held it against Dick's head. Dick moaned. "You are out of control," she accused her father.

"You are sleeping with someone I raised," Bruce argued with his daughter. "This is borderline incest," his voice began to raise.

"He lived with you for 8 years. He came to you when he was 13. You never adopted him; he is not your son!" Daniella shot back. "And even if you had adopted him, it wouldn't be incest because we aren't related by blood!"

"He is too old for you!"

"Omelets?" Alfred interrupted the two, carrying two plates into the livingroom, each plate carrying an omelet.

"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce said not turning his glare away from the semi-conscious young man on the couch.

"I'll just place them here," Alfred placed the plates on the coffee table before leaving the living room.

"You are out of control," Daniella accused her father.

"He is too old for you."

"I turn 20 in a month."

"He's still too old."

"For goodness' sake, Father, it's not like he's 40 years older than me. He just turned 29 two months ago."

"I didn't and do not approve this," Bruce stated firmly. Daniella rolled her eyes. "And how long have you two been…canoodling?" Bruce asked not wanting to think about his only daughter having sex.

"Canoodling? Seriously?"

"Coffee? Tea?" Alfred once again interrupted.

"Thank you, Alfred," Daniella said as Alfred set two mugs down on the coffee table before once again retreating.

"You are not ready for a boyfriend," Bruce said.

"No, you are not ready for me to have a boyfriend." Bruce scoffed, rolling his eyes. "The only reason you haven't locked me in a nunnery is because you know I'd escape it easily," Daniella continued. Bruce stood to his feet abruptly and began pacing, saying nothing. "Omigosh!" Daniella exclaimed. "This is high school all over again. I am going to die single." A moan interrupted them. They both turned their attention to Richard who was slowly trying to sit up. "No, stay down," Daniella placed a hand on his bare chest.

"Can you please put some clothes on?" Bruce stared at his daughter with his hands on his hips.

"I'm wearing clothes, Father," Daniella said through clenched teeth.

"Your wearing Dick's dress shirt – the one he was wearing last night at the gala. You left with him."

"We were gonna tell you," Dick moaned from the couch.

"Not now, Dick," Bruce shut him up.

"Are you saying my name or insulting me?" Dick asked.

"Figure it out," Bruce looked at his daughter. "You two need to end…this," he said.

"Alfred!" Daniella called for the elderly butler.

"I'm sure you two can work it out!" yelled from his place in the kitchen.

"How long has this been a thing?" Bruce asked. Daniella opened her mouth to answer before Bruce said, "Don't tell me."

"You have no room to talk about our age gap," Daniella stood to her feet. "I know what happened between you and a certain…Titan."

"Something happened between Bruce and one of the Titans?" Richard asked, still dazed.

"Raven told me what happened between the two of you 3 weeks ago!" Daniella exclaimed scathingly. "Not so innocent, Father!"

"What!" Richard sat straight up.

"That was not my fault," Bruce glared at his daughter. "Poison Ivy got to me. You sent Raven to heal me. And then-"

"Is that why Raven refuses to come to Gotham? Wait…babe…is that why you wanted pregnancy tests?" Richard asked. The punch to his jaw had left him with no filter.

"You're pregnant!" Bruce exclaimed.

"No, Father. Unlike you, we," Daniella motioned to herself and Richard, "don't have unprotected sex."

"It's true," Richard added. "One time we were making out but we couldn't do anything because I ran out of condoms and Daniella stuck to her guns and we didn't have sex…that way." Bruce became dizzy and nauseated. He sat back down to keep from passing out. "I'm going to puke," Bruce said

"Honey," Daniella turned to Richard, sitting on the couch next to him, "I'm gonna need you to lay back down and keep quiet. You probably have a concussion." Daniella gently guided him back down. "Are you happy?" she turned her glare to her father. "You gave my boyfriend a concussion."

"Hey," Richard said, his speech slightly slurred, "you…said the title."

"You are not a couple! I forbid it!" Bruce said.

"You are a man-child!" Daniella exclaimed as jumped in her father's face. She then began yelling at her father in Arabic.

"No, don't…I know you're cussing at me," Bruce began trying to speak over his daughter. Meanwhile, Alfred watched as Richard once again lost consciousness. He immediately dialed 9-1-1 as father and daughter continued their screaming match. Alfred simply watched the two try to out yell each other while sipping his tea from the safety of his kitchen. The arguments between father and daughter always ended up being more exciting than most telenovelas.

Not 15 minutes later, a knock was heard at the door. Father and daughter froze mid-fight. "Worry not," Alfred said to the two as he opened the front door, allowing EMTs to enter. "He's on the couch over here," Alfred directed them. The EMTs tried not to appear star-struck at the presence of Bruce and Daniella Wayne. "Uh…how long has he been out?" a responder asked. Bruce and Daniella only stared at the EMT. "Umm…" they both said.

"I am afraid Mister Grayson has been unconscious for the last 15 minutes," Alfred rescued them.

"Can you tell me what happened?" the responder asked as the other responders been trying to wake the first boy wonder and taking his vitals.

"He hit him," Daniella pointed at her father. Bruce rolled his eyes. "It was a love tap," Bruce glared at his daughter.

"Half of his face is blue! It looks like he's grown a second jaw! You sucker-punched him!"

"Ma'am, are you safe here? Do you require assistance leaving this this hostile environment?" the main EMT asked Daniella.

"Hostile environment?" Bruce repeated, staring at the responder like he was an idiot.

"No, I can handle my father. Trust me," Daniella said.

"Handle me?"

"We need to get him on a stretcher," the female EMT who had been taking Richard's vitals said. "His pupils aren't responding. We need to make sure there's no bleeding or swelling in the brain. Is there a specific hospital you'd like us to take him to?" Bruce and Daniella stared at the EMT blankly.

"Gotham Medical will be fine," Alfred once again answered for them.

"I'll ride with him," Daniella said as she ran to a bedroom .

"No," Bruce shook his head, "we aren't finished talking."

"Mr. Wayne, sir," the lead EMT said, "I'm going to have to ask you to remain calm." Bruce glared hard at the responder.

"I assure you, sir," Alfred stepped forward, speaking to the EMT. "This is nothing more than a family spat. No need to be alarmed. Mr. Wayne only just found out his daughter is smashing one of his wards." Bruce released an audible groan as EMT's mouth formed a small oh. Daniella returned before he could respond. She'd thrown on a pair of leggings. "You have clothes here?" Bruce asked in shock.

"I am mad at you," she responded. "Can we go?" she asked the responder. He quickly nodded.

"We'll meet you there," Alfred assured her. She nodded at him before giving her Father a nasty glare. Once the apartment had been cleared out, Alfred turned to Bruce and said one word. "Sit."

Daniella sat in the waiting room. Since she wasn't family, she wasn't allowed back with Richard. And…Richard still had Bruce as his emergency contact. A fact that only served to piss her off even more. She began tapping her foot in annoyance, not even caring about the patients busy taking photos of her with their phones. "Relax, Miss Daniella," Alfred joined her, handing her a cup of coffee. "I'm sure Master Dick will be quite alright."

"I'm not worried," she replied. "I'm pissed. Who does he think he is, telling me who I can and cannot date? I mean, it's not like I'm dating Jason." She sat back in her chair in annoyance. "Have you taken enough pictures?" she turned her anger on the waiting room occupants – the ones pointing their cellphones in her direction. "Are you done yet?"

"Let's get some air," Alfred quickly stood to his feet, gently pulling Daniella with him. They exited the hospital and began walking. "Your father was out of line," Alfred began, "and he could have handled it better. But you have to understand, Miss Daniella…you're his only daughter. He treasures you. He only wants the best for you."

"I have yet to meet a male better than Richard."

"Your father has also only known about you for 10 years. In his eyes, you're growing up way too fast. He missed the early years of your life. He's worried he'll miss the rest of your life if he lets you go."

"That's preposterous. Father knows I will always be beside him," she said.

"I know, and he knows. But you know your father – rather deny his emotions than accept them." Daniella nodded. "He just needs some time to breathe and accept that you are no longer a child. Be patient with your father, please. Sadly, he is doing his best." Daniella once again agreed. Her father had come a long way, she couldn't deny it. The old Bruce Wayne would have probably thrown Dick through the wall and toss him off the building just because. Daniella sighed. "Fine. I'll apologize," Daniella said.

"I didn't say you needed to do that," Alfred said. "Only apologize if your father does." Daniella smiled. "Shall we return now?" Alfred suggested. Daniella nodded as they began the trek back to the hospital. "Now," Alfred said, "tell me about this…Titan…this Raven. What happened?"

Alfred and Daniella eventually returned to the hospital waiting room to see both Richard and Bruce waiting for them. "Richard," Daniella almost ran to him. She hugged him. Richard reciprocated the hug. "How are you? What did the doctor say?" Daniella asked, doing her best to hide her anxiety.

"No bleeding," Bruce answered. "Moderate concussion. Monitor the symptoms. The usual."

"I'm fine," Richard assured her.

"But you will be staying at the manor until you are at 100%," Bruce fixed him with a look that dared Richard to argue you with him.

"We're going to be staying with your father for a bit," Richard said to Daniella.

"Also," Bruce cleared his throat, "it's been brought to my attention that my attitude this morning was uncouth. I am sorry," Bruce said sincerely to both his daughter and Richard. "You caught me off guard, but there is no excuse for my behavior. I will…learn to be okay with this."

"Look on the bright side," Daniella said as she wrapped her arms around Dick's waist, "I could be with Jason." Bruce's face blanched at the idea. "Come on," Alfred said, "give Master Todd a break."

"I do love Jason like a son, but no," Bruce said as he and Alfred began walking ahead of the couple. Richard placed a kiss on the top of Daniella's head as they followed from a distance. She slowed her gait when she felt a buzzing in the back pocket of her leggings. "Who is it?" Richard asked.

"Raven texted me." Daniella opened the text message and froze mid-step. The text message had only one word. Positive.

"Positive?" Richard read over her shoulder. "What does that mean?"

"Um…" Daniella swallowed, "D-d-Father," she said. "Father!" she called out desperately. "DAD!"