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Who: Jamie Kirk, Dick Grayson, with a guest appearance by David Kirk
When: Late at night.
What: Why do babies cry so damn much. :C

It was a late night on top of two all nighters, and Dick had sort of felt like a zombie as he dragged himself home to the Cave after patrol. After stitching up a cut on his arm and making sure he hadn't torn the stitches on his shoulder from the night before, he changed into a t-shirt and sweats and headed upstairs.

Only to be greeted by the sound of a wailing infant and he winced, both in sympathy for his sister and because hot damn, that was loud even from far away. Babies were cute, but they were super loud, and Dick would hazard a guess that Jamie was probably ready to throw herself out the window by now.

So, instead of just crashing on one of the beds down in the infirmary in the cave, or on one of the couches downstairs, he slowly dragged himself upstairs to see if he could do something to help.

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"Okay," Jamie said, waving a hand absentmindedly at him for that. She probably wasn't going to get up and drop David off in his crib. She was just going to curl up around him and try not to cry too loud and wake him up.

"It'll be okay," he said, giving her a one armed hug and trying to actually reassure her that it would be. "Good night."

The smile Jamie gave him was grudging at best, and not really all that present if she was being honest. She just wanted to sleep and cry a little more and what she really wanted was a drink but she couldn't do that while David was so young. She should've put him on the bottle, that would make things a little easier, being able to have a glass of wine.

She waited until he left to lie down, easing David onto the bed next to her as carefully as she could, praying every second that it wouldn't wake him up and make him start crying. It didn't, thank god, and she was able to sniffle herself to sleep.

Only to you know, be woken up three hours later by a fussy, hungry baby.

Which, as it turns out, Dick was tired enough that he slept right through any further fussing, because he was just really damn burnt out. He woke up around eleven the next morning, and even though he felt like he still could use a good several hours of sleep, he pulled himself out of bed and went to investigate what everyone else was up to.

Which really meant checking on his sister and making sure they actually had that talk, so he wandered over to her room and knocked on the door, leaning a little against the wall and yawning.

"Jamie?"

Jamie was busy burping the baby. He was putting up something of a fuss but he wasn't screaming. So that was nice. She looked about as rested as she was last night though.

"Yeah?"

Dick had been going to ask her if she wanted anything in particular for late breakfast, but that was enough to put that on the back burner for a while.

"Did you sleep at all last night?"

"For a few hours, yeah," Jamie shrugged a little, switching David to her other shoulder. He didn't seem to care for that one much either but at least he wasn't screaming at the moment.

"Let me take him for a while," he offered. "Get some actual sleep."

Jamie hesitated for a moment before sighing and nodding slightly. If he slept on Dick the whole time, she was probably going to cry all over again. But some sleep would help with that.

"I'll see you in a week then."

He laughed softly, reaching out for David, and sort of wondering if that really was going to be the case, because it had been a long time since she'd had a decent night's sleep and she wasn't used to being nocturnal like the rest of them.

"Do you want me to send someone up here with some food between now and then?"

"No," Jamie said, maybe a little too quickly. "I'll get it myself. I'm tired of these walls."

Dick chuckled again. "Get some sleep and then do whatever, seriously. I've got the banshee koala."

That would've made her laugh if she didn't really think of David like that. "He likes you better anyway."

"Jamie, no he doesn't," he said, kind of exasperatedly, because seriously, babies weren't capable of that much complex thought. "He cries on me too."

Jamie slid her fingers through her hair, tugging on it a little harder than was really necessary but she kind of liked the pain. "He cries less on you."

"I'm with him a lot less than you are," he pointed out, using his free hand to poke her a little. "Stop being so hard on yourself."

Jamie didn't really respond to that right away, brushing the corner of her eyes as unnoticeable as she could. "I'm not. I'm not a mother."

Dick just looked at her in confusion for a moment, adjusting David in his arms a little as the baby squirmed. "What do you mean?"

Jamie didn't look at him because she was probably just going to start crying again. And fuck doing that, she wasn't just a hot mess girl who couldn't handle this mom thing because her child's father didn't want anything to do with him.

"He knows that I hate all of this."

"He does not. And all new parents hate this part. Not sleeping and having your life turn into bottles and diapers and screaming kind of sucks." At least, he thought. Because really, he didn't have kids, and he probably wasn't going to have any for quite some time.

"Oh shut up, Dick. Until you have your own screaming koala, you really don't understand what it's like."

"Is that officially what we're calling them now?" Please don't get mad, diffusing difficult situations with humor is how he rolls.

It wasn't funny when it was hideously true. "Just shut up and go somewhere else please."

You are really not helping your argument that you're not going through some kind of postpartum depression. But Dick was willing to let it go, because she clearly could use some space and time to calm down. And sleep. Definitely sleep too. "Okay."

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