Dick Grayson

The argument had started over something pointless, like what was the best way to fold laundry or who made the strongest coffee. There was no real anger, just petty jokes and exaggerations, but Dick had that charming way of taking things to the dramatic extreme to make you laugh.

I can't believe it!

He exclaimed with false indignation, putting a hand to his chest as if he were deeply hurt

What will our daughter say when she finds out about this?

You raised an eyebrow, amused but confused

Without another word, Dick turned to the couch, where Haley was lying, innocently chewing on her toy. With the theatricality of a dramatic actor, he scooped her up and held her up to you, as if it were the climactic scene of a tragic movie.

Our daughter!

He announced, trying to sound hurt like in a real trashy Turkish soap opera

Think about her, about her innocence. What will she think when she finds out her two dads are arguing over silly things?

Haley, still holding her toy, looked at Dick and then at you, clearly not understanding what was happening. She just wanted to keep biting her toy.

You couldn't help but laugh. Dick's fake drama, combined with the dog's perplexed expression, was too much

What are you laughing at? Haley, our daughter at heart, and that's all that matters.

Dick said, maintaining his melodramatic tone while Haley began to struggle, wanting to regain her freedom and go play with her toy

Finally, Dick put her down, the three-legged canine hurriedly walked away, unaware of the "family drama" she had just been a part of