Dick gave a small sigh for what felt to be the hundredth time that day. He had been looking through Bruce's will again. He'd done it a lot since Bruce's death but no matter how many times he did it still felt incredibly surreal. The company and the estate Bruce had already told him about but... Dick sighed closing his eyes. Why did Bruce choose him to be Damian's guardian? Why didn't he pick Alfred. Alfred would have been the more natural choice in Dick's mind but well Damian was a little rough. Whatever the reason Dick had to deal with this somehow. Damian didn't even know yet. Dick put his head in his hands. Damian.. The little devil. What was he going to do? He'd have to move back into the manor. After his and Bruce's fallout Dick had thought he'd never go back. Damian needed someone though. Damian needed attention and somebody to care for him. No one else would do that. Dick understood why Bruce had chosen him to be the boy's guardian. Dick stood and pulled away from the desk in well... what was now his office. It felt so weird. A number of memories flooded his mind and he shook them away. He couldn't be sentimental right now he had things to do. He needed to see how Tim and Barbra were doing. More then anything though he had to let Damian know that he was going to be his guardian.