His words played over and over again in my head. He wouldn't - no - he couldn't seriously he considering leaving could he?
He promised this time.
He promised last time too.
Well shit.
Dick Grayson lazily holds his hands behind his head, the hot California sun beaming down on him as he floats around in his pool. He's relaxed.
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He takes a sip of his beer and sighs in content.
That is, until he's splashed with water, the high pitched, "Daddy!" And a loud giggle accompanied the action.
A loving smile grows on the man's face, "You're gonna pay for that!" He says to his son, successfully having a splash fight with the young boy, "You've disturbed the beast! There's no escape. Nothing can save you now!"
The boy laughs as he runs back into the house, "Mommy! Save me!" He calls you the woman at the dining room table.
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She immediately stands and gasps, "Hi! Oh, my gosh! You're soaking wet!" She exclaims to the boy, his hair slicked to his head and dripping all over the tiles. She then looks up at her husband with a knowing smirk, "So are you."
Dick shrugs with a sheepish grin, grabbing a white button down shirt from the chair next to him and putting it on, "It's all his fault, isn't it?"
"No!"
"Yeah!" Dick playfully tackles his son in a hug before picking him up, perching him on his hip.
"Can you stop yelling?!" Another girls voice echoes through the house, along with stomping coming down the stairs.
Avery and Dick share a look, both with raised eyebrows at the antics, "Sweetheart, don't be rude!" Avery calls out, earning a 'sorry mommy' in response. It's when the young girl enters the kitchen that Avery goes into actual mother mode with an actual gasp, "Mary- Selena Angela Grayson!" She scolds, the boys wincing at the use of the full name, "What the hell have you done to your hair?!"
"Language," John says quietly, and Dick would've chuckled if he wasn't watching his loving wife glare harshly at their newly pink haired eight year old.
Mary sighs, "I found your old pictures, you looked really pretty with pink hair, I wanted to look like you," She mumbles, barely looking at her mother who's playing with her sharpie coloured hair.
