#marvel crossover

Reader: He's our son now Bruce

Bruce: Why are you like this

Reader:

bob reynolds x fem!reader

Warnings: Oral sex (f receiving, filthy), begging, praise, Bob being obsessed with you, strong language, emotional breakdown, vulnerable freak behavior, implied mental health strain, tenderness so intense it might melt your bones

The door shut with a soft click.

You didn’t hear his usual greeting. No muttered “hey” or keys tossed into the bowl. Just the sound of his boots squelching on the entryway tile, the faint dripping of water.

Your brows furrowed as you stood up from the couch. “Bob?”

He looked up at the sound of your voice—and your heart clenched.

He looked wrecked.

Soaked through, hoodie clinging to him, rain dripping from the ends of his curls, his jaw tense, his eyes red-rimmed and distant. His bag dropped to the floor with a dull thud, and he just stood there, breathing unevenly.

You crossed the room in a heartbeat.

My Wizard Boyfriend

Pairing: Theodore Nott x Muggle Reader

Summary: Theodore only meant to watch a Spider-Man movie in the muggle world, until he met you. Between comic book discussions and milkshake dates, you both fell in love. When you finally found out he was a wizard… you realised you were dating a real-life Doctor Strange.

Warnings: Nothing! Fluffy flustered Theo!

A/N: I COMBINED MARVEL AND HARRY POTTER I'M SO HAPPY! Thanks for the request @justpaucaro!

Masterlist

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Lorenzo wanted to see some ridiculous film about a boy who got bitten by a radioactive spider.

Muggles were absolutely mad.

Who looked at a spider and thought, You know what? That should give someone superpowers.

And then, somehow, turned that idea into a bestselling comic.

And then into a film.

Theodore remained thoroughly unconvinced.

Still...

He couldn't deny he was curious.

As a pure-blood, he'd never spent any real time in the Muggle world. His father had always dismissed Muggles as beneath them-people who stumbled through life without magic, relying on crude inventions to compensate.

"They're uncomfortable," Mattheo muttered, tugging irritably at the waistband of his jeans.

"They're called clothes, Mattheo," Lorenzo replied with an exaggerated sigh. "And we're wearing them so we blend in. Now hurry up-the cinema's this way."

He strode confidently down the pavement, clearly the only one who knew where he was going.

Theo, Mattheo, Draco and Blaise followed behind, each looking varying degrees of unimpressed.

Theo's attention wandered.

Everything around him felt strangely fascinating.

Cars rushed past in neat rows, lights flashing as they disappeared into the distance.

He watched one disappear around a corner.

"They built all of this without magic," he murmured.

Mattheo snorted.

"They don't even have Floo Powder."

"They use aeroplanes instead," Lorenzo said over his shoulder. "Massive metal things that fly through the sky."

"Takes hours," Mattheo added dramatically.

"What an appalling way to travel," Draco scoffed.

Blaise glanced sideways at him.

"Really?"

Draco folded his arms.

"Yes."

"So what does Granger think about your opinion of Muggles?"

Draco's ears immediately turned pink.

"Oh, shut up."

Blaise burst into laughter while Theo quietly tuned them out, taking in the unfamiliar streets instead.

There were no enchanted shop windows.

No owls overhead.

No witches bustling between cafés.

Everything was different.

Oddly...

He didn't dislike it.

The cinema was crowded.

People milled around the lobby wearing bright red shirts decorated with black webs and enormous white eyes.

Theo frowned.

"They seem awfully committed to this spider boy."

Lorenzo pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Spider-Man."

Theo looked at him.

"How is he a man if he's only seventeen?"

"It's a superhero film, Nott."

"That doesn't answer my question."

"It's not supposed to."

Theo hummed thoughtfully.

"Poor writing."

Lorenzo stared at him for a long moment before shaking his head.

"I'm buying the tickets."

He pointed a warning finger at the group.

"Do not wander off."

He disappeared towards the ticket counter, leaving the others standing in the middle of the lobby.

Mattheo had already started arguing with Draco over something called popcorn.

"I refuse to spend eight pounds on corn," Draco declared.

"It's not just corn," Lorenzo called back from the queue.

"It's an experience."

"It's corn."

"It's popcorn."

Theo decided he wanted no part in whatever argument that was.

Instead, he slipped his hands into the pockets of the borrowed jacket Lorenzo had insisted he wear and looked around.

The place was loud.

People laughed.

Children ran past with oversized drinks.

Music drifted from unseen speakers overhead.

No one glanced at anyone else.

No one cared who came from an old family.

No one whispered about blood status.

For the first time in a long while...

Everything felt wonderfully ordinary.

Someone suddenly collided with him.

"Oh my God-I'm so sorry!"

A stack of paper cups slipped from your arms.

Before they could hit the floor, Theo instinctively caught them.

You blinked up at him.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then you laughed.

"You've got amazing reflexes."

You carefully took the cups back.

"My manager would've killed me if I'd dropped those."

Theo frowned slightly.

"...Killed you?"

You tilted your head.

"...From my job?"

Right.

Muggles worked.

Even teenagers.

He cleared his throat.

"Of course."

You smiled politely, apparently assuming he'd been joking.

"You guys here for Spider-Man?"

Theo opened his mouth.

"...I..."

Nothing came out.

His mind had gone completely blank.

Behind him, Mattheo snorted.

"He doesn't know what Spider-Man is."

Theo shot him an unimpressed look.

"I do."

"No, you don't."

"I absolutely do."

"You literally just called him Spider-Boy."

Theo chose not to dignify that with a response.

You laughed so hard you had to cover your mouth.

"Wait..."

Your eyes widened.

"You seriously don't know Spider-Man?"

Theo remained silent.

"...Do you at least know Marvel?"

"...Marvel?"

You looked genuinely horrified.

"You don't know Marvel?"

Theo had the distinct feeling he'd somehow failed a test he hadn't realised he was taking.

"What exactly did you watch growing up?" you asked dramatically.

"Your parents should be arrested."

Theo blinked.

"...Arrested?"

"For depriving you of the greatest superhero franchise ever created."

"I..."

He glanced helplessly towards Lorenzo.

"...don't know what that means."

"Oh, wow."

You pressed a hand to your chest as though personally wounded.

"Okay."

You thought for a moment before reaching into your pocket.

"I work at a comic book shop after this shift."

Theo frowned.

"...A what?"

"A comic shop."

You paused.

"...Actually, explaining it won't help."

Pulling out a receipt, you scribbled an address on the back before handing it to him.

"Come by later."

Theo looked down at the paper.

"I'll educate you."

He looked back at you.

"You don't even know me."

You shrugged.

"I know enough."

He raised an eyebrow.

"You've somehow survived seventeen years without Marvel."

A grin spread across your face.

"That's a problem I can fix."

Someone called your name from behind the concession stand.

You glanced over your shoulder.

"Coming!"

Looking back at Theo, you smiled apologetically.

"Sorry-I have to get back to work."

You started walking away before turning around again.

"Oh!"

"And bring money."

Then you disappeared behind the counter.

Theo stared after you for a moment before carefully folding the receipt and slipping it into his jacket pocket.

Mattheo noticed immediately.

"...You're actually thinking about going?"

Theo looked at him.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"You spent the entire walk here complaining about this film."

"I was complaining about the premise."

"And now?"

Theo glanced towards the counter where you'd vanished.

"...Now it seems educational."

Mattheo barked out a laugh.

"Oh, Merlin."

"You fancy her."

Theo frowned.

"I do not."

"You absolutely do."

"I simply wish to understand this... Marvel."

"Sure."

Mattheo grinned.

"And I'm Head Boy."

Theo ignored him and turned towards Lorenzo, who had finally returned carrying an absurdly large bucket of popcorn.

"I need you to come somewhere with me after the film."

Lorenzo looked up.

"...Why?"

Theo hesitated for half a second.

"You know more about... Marvel."

A slow grin spread across Lorenzo's face.

"...Oh."

Theo narrowed his eyes.

"What?"

"Oh, nothing."

The grin only grew wider.

"You just happen to need me because I know about superheroes."

"I need someone capable of explaining them."

"Mhm."

"And," Theo added reluctantly, "you have Muggle money."

"Mhm."

Mattheo doubled over laughing.

"Nott, you're unbelievable."

Theo looked genuinely offended.

"I don't get what's so funny"

"You've spoken to one girl for five minutes and suddenly you're voluntarily visiting a comic book shop."

Theo folded his arms.

"It is an educational trip."

"It is absolutely not."

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By the time the film ended, Theo was already halfway to the exit.

He barely waited for the credits to finish before unfolding the receipt from his jacket pocket.

Mattheo noticed immediately.

"Someone's eager."

"I merely said we'd go."

"You also stood up before the post-credit scene."

Theo frowned.

"...The what?"

Lorenzo gasped in horror.

"You left before the post-credit scene?"

"I've never watched a Marvel film before. How was I supposed to know there was another scene?"

Lorenzo sighed dramatically.

"I've failed you already."

Theo ignored him and continued walking.

A few streets later, a small shop came into view.

The display window was packed with colourful comics, superhero figurines, posters and memorabilia. Every inch seemed covered in bright reds, blues and golds.

Nothing like Flourish and Blotts.

A little bell chimed as they stepped inside.

Theo's eyes wandered across the shelves.

Hundreds of books.

Not one looked ancient.

No leather bindings.

No gilded pages.

No magical ink.

Just impossibly colourful covers filled with people flying through the sky.

"Welcome in!"

Theo looked up.

You were standing behind the till, your hair now tied into two messy space buns. Gone was the red cinema uniform. Instead, you wore a faded black T-shirt with what looked like an angry raccoon holding a gun beside an oddly cheerful tree.

The shirt somehow suited you.

The moment your eyes landed on him, your face lit up.

"You actually came!"

"I said I would."

"I honestly thought you were just being polite."

Before Theo could answer, you hurried around the counter.

"You've got excellent timing. It's completely dead in here."

Your eyes shifted to Lorenzo.

Then back to Theo.

"...Is he your emotional support friend?"

Lorenzo laughed.

"No."

Theo looked offended.

"He came because he knows more about Marvel than I do."

"I was dragged."

"I distinctly remember asking."

"You guilt-tripped me."

"I did not."

You waved a dismissive hand.

"Whatever the reason, you're both here."

You clapped your hands together.

"Right."

"Lesson one."

Without warning, you caught Theo's wrist.

"This way."

Theo stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He wasn't accustomed to people touching him so casually.

Especially not people he'd known for less than a day.

Still...

He didn't pull away.

You led him towards an entire wall labelled MARVEL, finally stopping in front of rows upon rows of comics.

"So," you said, folding your arms, "rule number one."

"Don't start with the complicated stuff."

You reached up and pulled out a comic.

"Spider-Man."

Another.

"Iron Man."

Another.

"Captain America."

Another.

"And this one."

Theo looked down.

"That is..a lot"

You laughed.

"This?"

You gestured at the shelf.

"This is barely scratching the surface."

Your hand wandered towards another section.

"If you end up liking these, we'll move on to the Avengers, Guardians of the Galaxy, X-Men, Fantastic Four-"

"We?"

You blinked innocently.

"Well, obviously."

Theo raised an eyebrow.

"Obviously?"

"You'll need someone to explain everything."

"And that someone is you?"

"Unless you happen to know another Marvel nerd."

"...I don't."

"Exactly."

Theo couldn't quite stop the tiny smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"I guess I'll have questions."

You beamed.

"Perfect."

Across the aisle, Lorenzo leaned towards Mattheo.

"He's smiling."

Mattheo looked over.

"...Merlin."

"He actually is."

"And I don't think he even realises it."

Back at the till, you carefully scanned each comic before placing them into a paper bag.

Sliding it across the counter, you smiled.

"When you're done, come back."

Theo picked up the bag.

"And if I don't enjoy them?"

You gasped as though he'd committed a crime.

"You'll enjoy them."

"And if I don't?"

"I'll assume you read them wrong."

Lorenzo snorted loudly.

"I like her."

Ignoring him entirely, you pointed a finger at Theo.

"I'm serious."

"When you finish Spider-Man, I expect a full review."

"A... review?"

"Opinions."

"Lots of opinions."

"You'll quickly discover comic fans never shut up."

Theo looked down at the bag before meeting your eyes again.

"I guess I can manage that."

"I know you can."

By the time Theo returned to Hogwarts that evening, the paper bag was tucked safely beneath his arm.

Mattheo looked over from his bed.

"You are actually going to read those?"

"They were a gift."

"They were homework."

Theo ignored him.

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"Mate."

Mattheo threw a pillow over his face.

"It's one in the morning."

Theo turned another page.

"Hm."

"You've been reading for hours."

"So?"

"So sleep."

Theo didn't answer.

Truthfully...

He still wasn't entirely convinced by Marvel.

How exactly had a spider bite turned a scrawny teenager into a superhero?

And Captain America made even less sense.

One injection and suddenly the man had muscles?

Even Polyjuice Potion didn't work like that.

Still...

You had asked for his opinion.

He refused to disappoint you.

One chapter became another.

Then another.

Without quite noticing, he reached the final page.

"...Well," he murmured to himself.

"...That wasn't that bad."

Two weeks passed.

Theo read every comic twice.

He made mental notes of every question that came to mind.

He memorised character names, storylines and villains.

He even cornered Lorenzo on multiple occasions.

"Why does everyone like Tony Stark so much?"

"Because he's Tony Stark."

"That's hardly an explanation."

"It doesn't need one."

Theo was beginning to suspect Marvel fans were impossible.

Still...

He refused to return looking uninformed.

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The bell above the comic shop door chimed.

You looked up from organising a shelf.

"Theodore!"

A smile spread across your face.

"You're back!"

Today your T-shirt featured an enormous grape man wearing golden armour.

Theo decided not to ask.

Not yet.

You leaned across the counter excitedly.

"Well?"

"What did you think?"

"Are you obsessed yet?"

Theo took a measured breath.

"I have... a lot pf thoughts."

Your eyes widened.

"Oh, this is going to be good."

You hurried him towards a small table tucked into the corner of the shop.

"Sit."

He obeyed.

"So?"

You rested your chin in your hands.

"Tell me everything."

Theo began cautiously.

"I enjoyed Spider-Man. A lot"

"I knew it!"

"However..."

"Oh no."

"I don't get why everything thinks Captain America is so perfect."

You stared at him in mock horror.

"Steven Grant Rogers is practically husband material."

Theo frowned thoughtfully.

"...Husband material?"

"The best kind."

"And Tony Stark?"

"Hm."

You pretended to consider it.

"Sugar daddy material."

Theo blinked.

"...Sugar daddy?"

You burst into laughter.

"Exactly."

Theo couldn't help laughing with you.

He still wasn't entirely sure what it meant.

But hearing you laugh made him want to keep asking questions.

By the time you'd enthusiastically explained another dozen Marvel characters, you disappeared between the shelves before returning with yet another stack of comics.

Theo stared at them.

"...More?"

"Oh, we're just getting started."

He sighed dramatically.

"I've spent the last two weeks reading these."

"You survived."

"Barely."

"So dramatic."

He accepted the comics anyway.

Then paused.

"You asked something from me."

"I did."

"And now it's my turn."

You tilted your head curiously.

"Oh?"

Theo nodded towards the café across the street.

"They sell milkshakes."

You narrowed your eyes.

"...Are you asking me out?"

He met your gaze.

"Depends."

"On?"

"Whether you're saying yes."

A grin slowly spread across your face.

"You know..."

You folded your arms.

"I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever ask."

Theo blinked.

"You were?"

"You've been looking at me like you wanted to for at least ten minutes."

"I have not."

"You absolutely have."

He looked away for the briefest second.

"...Maybe once."

You laughed.

"Sure."

"So?"

Theo asked.

"Is that a yes?"

You pretended to think it over.

"Hmm..."

Then you smiled.

"Fine."

"Only because I like your accent."

Theo's answering smile came effortlessly.

"...Lucky me."

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Weeks slipped quietly into months.

Somewhere between comic books, milkshakes, and endless debates over superheroes...

Theodore Nott fell in love.

It happened so gradually he never noticed the exact moment.

Maybe it was when he realised he could identify your footsteps before you reached the comic shop door.

Or when he started bringing enough chips because he knew you'd steal half of them despite insisting you weren't hungry.

Or perhaps it was the afternoon you spent nearly twenty minutes trying to rescue a pigeon that had become trapped behind a rubbish bin.

You hadn't succeeded.

But you'd tried anyway.

He'd found that strangely endearing.

He learned that you wore mismatched socks simply because you thought matching ones were "boring."

That you couldn't walk past a bookshop without wandering inside.

That you cried whenever an old dog appeared in a film.

That you somehow knew every song playing on the radio.

That you talked with your hands so enthusiastically he occasionally worried you'd accidentally hit someone in the face.

He always opened doors for you.

Always walked on the side closest to the road.

And no matter how many times you protested...

He never let you pay.

"Theodore."

"No."

"I literally have money."

"I know."

"So let me spend it."

"I don't want you to, cara."

"You are impossible."

"I've been told."

You'd roll your eyes.

Then smile anyway.

He learned your favourite milkshake was chocolate.

That you preferred rainy afternoons over sunny ones.

That you absent-mindedly reached for his hand whenever you crossed a busy road.

At first, holding your hand had made him acutely aware of every brush of your fingers.

Now...

It simply felt natural.

Like it had always belonged there.

The first time he kissed you, the two of you were sitting on a bench overlooking the Thames.

The sun had begun to dip below the skyline, painting the water in streaks of gold and amber.

You'd somehow spent the better part of three hours arguing over whether Superman could defeat Thor.

Theo was firmly convinced the debate had become absurd nearly an hour ago.

You, apparently, disagreed.

"No, listen," you insisted, gesturing wildly. "Thor's literally a god."

"And Superman can fly."

"So?"

"So flying is rather useful."

You laughed.

"I don't think that's how power scaling works."

Theo smiled to himself.

"You've said that phrase six times."

"Because you keep making terrible arguments."

"I believe mine are perfectly reasonable."

"They're objectively wrong."

He chuckled quietly.

The conversation drifted into comfortable silence.

You leaned back against the bench, watching the river.

After a few moments, you looked at him.

"What?"

Theo asked.

You smiled.

"I've turned you into a complete nerd."

"I think you'll find the correct term is well-informed."

"Oh?"

"You assigned me homework."

"I did."

"I just completed it."

You laughed again.

"I can't believe I accidentally converted Theodore Nott into a Marvel fan."

"I wouldn't go that far."

"You absolutely would."

He shook his head.

"I still think the serum is scientifically questionable."

"It's a comic book."

"That changes nothing."

You smiled so brightly it almost made him forget what he'd been saying.

"I like this version of you."

Theo's expression softened.

"So do I."

You blinked.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then, quietly, you reached up and rested your hand against his cheek.

"I'm really glad you walked into that cinema."

Theo smiled.

"I believe you walked into me."

"Details."

He laughed.

Then he kissed you.

It wasn't dramatic.

There were no fireworks.

No sweeping declarations.

Just a gentle, tentative kiss that somehow said everything neither of you quite knew how to put into words.

When he pulled away, you were still smiling.

"What?"

Theo asked.

"You smile differently around me."

He frowned.

"I smile?"

"You do."

"I wasn't aware."

"You get this little..." You pointed to the corner of your own mouth. "...smirk."

"I don't smirk."

"You absolutely do."

"I don't."

"You are literally smirking right now."

Theo let out another quiet laugh.

"I think you're imagining things."

"I'm not."

"You've been staring at me for the past five minutes."

"I'm admiring my boyfriend."

Theo paused.

"...My boyfriend?"

You smiled sheepishly.

"Mhm."

"You've never called me that before."

"I know."

"...Do you not like it?"

He intertwined your fingers with his.

"No."

"I quite like it."

As autumn settled over London, one question continued to resurface.

"So..."

"Hm?"

"What school do you actually go to?"

Theo sighed.

"We're doing this again?"

"You dodge the question every single time."

"I answer."

"You absolutely don't."

"I've told you."

"You tell me you go to Hogwarts."

"Because I do."

You burst into laughter.

"You are so committed to this joke."

Theo rubbed a hand across his face.

"It isn't a joke."

"Mhm."

"My homework genuinely consists of Potions essays."

"I'm sure it does."

"I play Quidditch."

"Naturally."

"Owls deliver my post."

"They're remarkably efficient."

You laughed so hard you had to wipe tears from your eyes.

"Oh my God."

"You've expanded the lore."

"The... lore?"

"This whole wizard story."

Theo studied your face.

You looked so utterly convinced he was teasing you that he almost laughed himself.

"I'm serious."

"I know."

"No."

He sighed.

"I'm actually serious."

You smiled fondly.

"I like your stories, Theo."

Something in his chest sank.

He hated lying to you.

Even more, he hated that the truth sounded impossible.

The conversation lingered as the two of you wandered through the evening streets.

Shops were beginning to close.

Streetlights flickered to life overhead.

You were in the middle of telling him about a new comic series when-

A deafening crack split the air.

People screamed.

Theo looked up.

Time seemed to slow.

A section of scaffolding had broken loose from the building above.

It was falling.

Straight towards you.

You hadn't noticed.

You were still looking at him.

Theo didn't think.

His wand was in his hand before he even realised he'd drawn it.

"Protego!"

A shimmering barrier burst into existence.

The scaffolding slammed into it with a deafening crash.

For one impossible heartbeat, it hung suspended in the air.

Then it toppled harmlessly onto the pavement beside you.

Silence.

The screams faded.

People stared.

You slowly turned.

Not towards the wreckage.

Towards Theo.

His arm was still raised.

His wand still pointed forward.

Every trace of colour had drained from his face.

He lowered it slowly.

"...Theo?"

He closed his eyes.

For just a second.

"...I'm sorry."

Your gaze dropped to the wand.

Then to the shattered scaffolding.

Then back to him.

"...You're actually a wizard."

Theo gave the smallest nod.

"I told you."

You stared at him.

Then your eyes widened.

"MY BOYFRIEND IS REAL-LIFE DOCTOR STRANGE!"

Theo blinked.

"...That's your first thought?"

You pointed accusingly at him.

"You've been carrying around actual magic this whole time!"

"Yes."

"And you never thought to lead with that?"

"I did."

"...Fair point."

Theo let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

"Merlin... I tell you I'm a wizard, and the first thing you think is Doctor Strange?"

"In my defence..."

You shrugged.

"...he's the only wizard I know."

Theo smiled-a small, fond smile that was reserved entirely for you.

"Well..."

He gently tugged you closer.

"Now you know two."

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But it MUST be accompanied with Peter calling Damian DW (literally just abbreviating Damian Wayne) bc I think they'd have the same dynamic lowk and Damian would HATE the nickname

Theyd lowk have the same dynamic too ngl

Peter (at Tim): maybe there's a contest for lonely children after this!

Damian: its ONLY children, Peter. A lonely child is what youre going to be when I sell you

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Damian: Peter can I ask you a question?

Peter, in a good mood: of course!

Damian: why dont you go back to Richard's house and stop bothering us!

I may have said Peter calls Damian DW, not that Peter doesnt exude the aura of annoying younger brother bc he DOES

Ah yes, America, democracy, law etc

We don't need any Super Soldier Serum since we have GIRL POWER!

He loves Peter, even with all this complicated multiverse stuff and interdimensional travel.

But when he hears him casually mention his counterpart from his universe, he can't help but wonder: what if things had been different in his life?

The Peter he knows clearly didn't know who Batman was, much less Bruce Wayne, when he met him, and he clearly had no idea whether or not his dad was a vigilante.

And then he hears him say these things—natural answers to his questions and random comments about things that remind Peter of his past.

"My dad used to call me Robin."

"My dad taught me parkour. It was so much fun when I was a kid."

"My dad loved eating cereal. Whenever he couldn't sleep, we'd go to the kitchen and eat a huge bowl of it."

"Haha, my dad didn't like using public transportation either."

"My dad loved this song."

Dick knows that Peter doesn't do it on purpose; he only mentions it because it all seems very familiar to him, because Dick seems very familiar to him.

And that makes Dick wonder, what would have happened if things had been different? And Dick hates it because he knows that asking that kind of question is pointless, but there they are in his mind, every time he passes by, along with the proof of how his life could have been if he had never become a vigilante.

He could have had another life, a son to care for and love, someone to teach the acrobatics and tricks his parents had taught him, someone to take to school listening to his favorite songs, someone to sing lullabies to that his mother sang to him when he was a child, someone to share a bowl of cereal with when he couldn't fall asleep.

He knows it's useless to ask these questions, but they were something he couldn't stop thinking about.

If things had been different, maybe, just maybe, he could have had his Peter? His own little Robin?