Nightwing

I do not have Daddy Issues. Don’t look at me like that. I don’t. Sure, maybe I have some Bruce issues, but Bruce is not my father. He never was my father. Maybe if he had adopted me, I’d have to call him my father-by-adoption or whatever, and then they’d be Daddy Issues by default or technicality, but he didn’t, so they’re not. And before you say it, I am not in denial. I know what he did for me. I know if it weren’t for him, I’d have wound up bouncing from one foster home to another. I know how much he taught me. I even know he’s not completely heartless. (Shut up, Tim.)

But Bruce Wayne is not my father. John Grayson was my father. And he died too young. Then Bruce took me in. But he was not the one who went to parent-teacher conferences, or called me out of school when I was running on two hours of sleep, or made hot chocolate after a bad night. He wasn’t the one who quizzed me on spelling words or drove me to the library, or watched me graduate.

That was Alfred. And no one has Alfred issues.


Dick Grayson/Nightwing
DC Animated Universe
200 words