Robin one shot part 3!

You don't like me?

I think we need something a lil angsty but also a lil happy so the next few stories are gonna follow that sorta thing because holy shit I can't deal with mega sad all the way through stories right now

Things had become difficult between Selina and Bruce. Yes, she loved spending time with him and Dick but she wasn't Dick's mum. She was Bruce's...whatever they felt fit at the time. The acrobat was lovely to be around and was quite quickly wiggling his way into her heart but she wanted Bruce on his own. She missed their private time. Bruce wanted her to accept that he had a kid now so fooling around needed to be kept to a minimum. He'd read somewhere that having inconsistent figures in a child's life can lead to issues in the future with attachments and he really didn't want to deal with that. "I'm not saying we can't have alone time together but I have to be there for him now," Bruce stated. He was stern on the topic and that just made Selina even angrier.  

"Why do you have to be so stubborn? You can leave him with Alfred for a while," Selina offered. 

"Because I've been doing that too much lately. He needs me. Not to mention how he runs Alfred ragged," he argued. She huffed angrily at him and folded her arms. "Don't be like that Selina. It's just until he's a little older."

"Oh so I have to wait years for this kid to grow up so we can spend a few nights together?" she snapped. 

"I'm not going to let that boy grow up without me because I want to get with you," Bruce insisted. It wasn't fair for Dick to only spend time with him when they were patrolling together. There had to be a line between work and personal life and, despite Bruce finding that particularly difficult, he didn't want his ward to grow up with those lines blurred. "C'mon Brucie, we used to have such fun together," Selina whined. 

"And we still can just less than we used to," he replied. She huffed. 

"I'm starting to wish you never fostered that kid." There was a sniffle but neither of them was crying nor did they have a cold. Their eyes glanced to the doorway.

There in the doorway, standing in his pyjamas with his stuffed elephant in hand and tears brimming his eyes, was Dick Grayson. He stared at Selina and she could almost hear his heart shattering into pieces. Her eyes went wide as her brain scrambled to put words together to explain herself but she couldn't get her mouth to work. Bruce was just as shocked to see the little boy standing there. He worried how much he'd heard. The argument had been going on for quite a while. "What're you doing up chum?" he asked softly.

"You don't like me?" Dick asked Selina, ignoring Bruce's presence altogether. She couldn't get her words out quick enough. This little nine-year-old was staring at her with such sorrow that she was paralyzed. Her silence didn't help her case. His eyes dropped to the floor defeatedly and he squeezed his stuffed animal tightly. Bruce went to go pick him up but he moved away. "Dick?"

"I'm gonna go to bed," he mumbled, quickly turning away and running upstairs. 

"I'm so sorry Bruce," Selina said. She'd finally gotten her mouth to work but it was too late. The billionaire sighed as he thought about what to do. He knew Selina didn't mean it but Dick didn't know that. He should've been in bed anyway but that wasn't the point. "He's probably had a nightmare and come down. I need to go check on him."

"Right, yeah, of course. I can go if you need it?"

"If you meant what you said, you can leave and never come back. You may not like it but I have Dick now and he comes first," he responded. "If you didn't, it's best to tell him now rather than later."