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"Congratulations."
"Shut up." Ahhh, there's Dick's scary glare as he stops rubbing his eyes. But he isn't the one who's arm is being used as a chew toy right now, so.
"I'm just," he sniffs delicately, "so thankful to finally meet your baby, you know?"
"Jay."
"Field," he says in the same mock-gravelly tone.
The semi-restrained teen between them gnaws confusedly over Jay's sleeve.
"Did you even get his name, or this an adopt-first-ask-questions-later type of deal?"
"Jay!"
"… Do you have a preschool in mind?"
"JAY."
"Shutting up…" but pleased as punch.
Kid's got some sharp teeth, though. Owie ouchies.