❞𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓❜𝐒 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒?❞ Alexandra Stark, the daughter of Anthony Edward Stark, is just like her father - with some added superpowers - from her genius IQ to her bad fucking luck...
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❞— with a shit sense of humor, he's a 10.❞
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AFTER RE-READING her file enough times to commit it to memory, she remains seated at the high-tech table, feet thrown up and hands behind her head, providing little cushioning. Bruce and Oliver are having an emergency briefing with the League to inform them of the situation, Barry's probably jazzing out about the science of it all.
Trailing her eyes over her new codename, Nightmare (she doesn't know why her codename's different in this universe, but fuck if she cares), she calls E.L.A.R.A, "Bring up the flagged files, please, Elara."
"Of course, Ms. Stark."
The files appear in front of her and she tilts her head, bringing her arms out from under her head and placing them under her chin. She chooses Bruce's with a simple flick of her gaze, and the information lines up before her. She knows his secret identity, and most documents in his file are about his multimillion-dollar deals and charity work; donations to orphanages around Gotham, youth scholarships, and a rehab center, fully funded and loaded in the middle of Crime Alley.
And then, her eyes land on a very interesting document — Adoption Certificate.
"Alright, Bat-guy, let's see what skeletons you're hiding in your closet."
This certificate is to show that Richard Grayson is now under the care of Bruce Wayne, and all matters relating to the child will be handed by Mr. Wayne.
"Elara, does Richard Grayson have a separate file in the cave's database?"
"Yes, Ms. Stark, Mr. Grayson's name appears not only in his father's file but in his own, under his vigilante name, too."
"Pull it up, please." In a second, the file's before her and she has to sigh, loudly and deeply, "Who the fuck would want to actively be called Dick?"
"Perhaps, bad judgment, a bad sense of humor, or a sense of sentimentality, Ms. Stark. Older people normally shorten Richard to Dick." E.L.A.R.A. says.
Alex rubs her forehead, "God, I hope it's for sentimentality reasons, 'cause he's a solid 12, but with a shit sense of humor he's a 10."
"I fail to see the difference, Ms. Stark."
"Don't worry, I'll add it to your system update, Elara."
"Thank you, Ms. Stark."
Richard Grayson was John and Mary Grayson's son — then their orphan — before he became the first Robin, Batman's sidekick, dressed like a traffic cone. After 8 years of serving under that mantle, two years ago, he took off for 6 months, missed a whole lot of school, and spent some time in Europe, soaking up the culture (Europe meaning Bruce's safe house in Detroit, and soaking up the culture meaning beating up bad guys on his own).
