AN: So this is my first Batman fic, my knowledge of all things batman comes from the few episodes that I can remember from my childhood, the latest young justice and Tumblr. These are not the most reliable of resources I know so some of the characterisations may be a little off and some of the facts wrong. If there is such an incidence please tells me so I may correct it for future fics.

Disclaimer : none of the characters in the story belong to me, all rights go to DC comics.

Dick Grayson – The ordinary superhero

By Damian Wayne

Grayson is an insufferable buffoon of smiles and inappropriate quips. His taste in the arts leaves much to be desired and his constant showing off is embarrassing. His need for constant human contact is great enough to make the most fearless claustrophobic. He is a carnie, gypsy, Romani – a circus freak. He is a child, immature, playboy – heir apparent to Wayne industries. He is a pathetic attempt at public sympathy by my father, a charity case. He is my brother. He claims to love me.

My brother is a good ten years or so older than me. Black hair, blue eyes, athletic build and stands at 5'10", when I am older I shall tower above him like my father does. He does not care. He believes that he will be able to sneak more hugs in – he is deluded. Grayson cannot step into a room and not not be noticed. I say he lacks the skill, he says it's his natural charm. He has many siblings besides myself to suitably occupy his time. He likes me best.

Grayson has had many occupations in the past; Police officer, trapeze artist, museum curator, circus master, brother, mentor, father, friend. He says he likes being a brother the most and that father should pay him for his services. His jokes are not amusing. He wakes up late every morning and ruffles my hair saying 'Good morning Lil' D' disregarding the time it took to make it perfect. He hugs drake and bids him a good morn as well. He will then split his time between me and drake work. We will play video games and eat ice-cream, he will teach me a carnie trick. One day, he says, he will teach me to do the quadruple summersault that his family is so famous for. His faith in my abilities does not fill me with pride or fuzzy feelings; and the hug after does not make me smile. If he claims otherwise, Grayson is a lair.

Pennyworth, our butler, claims that Grayson's heart is his greatest power and that this is why he is respected and so well liked. He says that the ability to love has never been so well embodies than in Grayson. I find it hard to comprehend. All I see him do is act like a fool to get Cain to smile, or complain about a common colleague to Drake to make him open up, or worse still to visit Todd in the hopes that the man will come home. Its pitiful. And the man will not stop hugging me, I have resigned to this new event in my daily life. Resistance, with Grayson, is futile.

He is flawed, he is weak, he is a sentimental fool, he is the world's biggest idiot, but he loves me unconditionally, even if I do not understand what that means yet. He accepts me for who I am when I find it hard to accept myself. He is my brother, he will always be by my side, and always there when I need him, always. I cannot say the same for the masked fools that run around in tights and capes saving the world. When it comes down to it my brother will be there for me just because I am me. I do not understand this power, affection he gives so freely, but I will one day and I hope that I am worthy of it when I do.

My brother, Richard John 'Dick' Grayson, is the greatest ordinary superhero to have ever lived.

Grade: B-