Bats in the Attic (Young Justice/Batman Beyond)

Not so Easy

Easy...

Perhaps he shouldn't have underestimated the difficulty level of watching a toddler. The fact he underestimated the difficulty level – Dick Grayson wouldn't paint a picture of the evil toddler of doom others did, although Terry did have a habit of glaring at him, still mimicking Mary's reaction from the day before. He felt sure the child didn't like him; not only did Mary indicate displeasure the day before, but his presence also meant the child's father wasn't present.

The child simply kept staring, doing nothing as children did, or what Dick felt children did.

"You know, I'd have thought you'd be more active. I certainly was at that age." His head tilted, watching the boy, completely unsure of what he should do. Of course, there was Mary – Helena's schedule, which he didn't know what do with either, as he'd never had such a strict schedule, which he didn't know what to do with either, as he'd never had such a strict schedule in his life either. "Perhaps you shouldn't be comparing the life of a child in the circus to a child who's not?"

Dick titled his head, observing the child carefully, noting his dark hair and bright blue eyes. In the back of his mind, the boy definitely looked like his grandfather, which resulted in a sigh from Dick's own mouth. As he looked away, Terry let out a sigh, almost as if mimicking him. Turning his head back, he saw Terry's head turned away, almost as if the child were a mirror image of Dick Grayson. Dick tilted his head slightly. "Are you as bored as I am?"

Said toddler didn't respond and instead hugged onto his bat toy which Dick guessed was the child's favorite toy. He took in a deep breath, wrapping his mind around why he'd ever agreed to become a nanny of all things when the child ignored his existence. He let out a deep breath, mentally reminding himself he didn't have any other choice once he came back to Gotham, a place which felt so unfamiliar, he wondered why he'd even returned.

"Because you wanted to see Bruce. You wanted to see the man who raised you after your parents died to see how he was doing even though things aren't right between you. You want things to be right between you even though you don't know what went wrong between the two of you."

Another voice in the back of his head remained less optimistic. "That's a lie. You came back because you were lonely. You were looking for something among your things which was linked to some kind of connection with anyone – anyone other than Bruce because you can't face him because you can't face what you've done wrong. If you were willing to face what you've done, you would actually remember all those things you have forgotten."

"Uh." The sudden grunt and glare from the toddler made Dick notice Terry watching him, almost as if he were sharing in his gloom, yet keeping the death glare he'd inherited from his mother affixed to his small facial features."

"Well, we can't have that, can we?" Dick let out a laugh, gently reaching out for the child. Lifting Terry up into the air resulted in a cacophony of squeals of delight, but when he stopped, the smile on the child's face stopped. He continued glaring at Dick while Dick smiled down at the child. "Aren't you quite particular?"

Terry let out another sound while attempting to wiggle out of Dick's grip, his small hands reaching for the ground while he dropped the bat toy which resulted in an angry sound resulting from the toddler. "Down."

Dick lifted Terry up into the air, temporarily distracting the child from attempting to wiggle out of his arms which in turn would result in the child injuring himself. The child let out squeals of delight despite still wiggling slightly. "Well, it looks like you enjoy flying. I don't remember a time when I wasn't flying in some manner. Even when I took off..."

He flew. At first, he didn't fly like he used to, simply using the motorcycle as a substitute, yet now he could perform many if not all of the stunts he could before he ended up injured in the hospital. His mind drifted back toward Mary – Helena's – list. Terry let out a sound of disappointment when the flying stopped; the toddler also returned to glaring at Dick. Dick decided on glaring back, watching the child's mouth form a circle in confusion which only made Dick burst into laughter.