Third Person POV
Dick Grayson had promised himself that he wouldn't follow in his mentor's footsteps. That he wouldn't become the Batman. And yet, here he was, three months into the gig, and everyday he was becoming more and more like Bruce.

"Hey Dick, I-" His kind-of-not-really girlfriend, Barbara Gordon, started, as Dick rushed through Wayne Manor's kitchen.
"Sorry Babs, gotta run. Bruce set this huge Meeting about marketing in Argentina today, and I have to go as a representative." He grabbed a piece of already-buttered toast and quickly kissed Barbara's cheek before grabbing his black convertible's keys.
I'm the CEO of WayneTech and not even I'm that busy. She thought, sipping her coffee.

"Batgirl, how are things on your end?" Dick asked into his comm.
"There is nothing, because I'm back behind the computer. Because apparently, with you as Batman, you can't protect me, or whatever." Barbara sighed, slumping down in her chair.
"I've got my hands full with Robin. He's like all four of us mixed into one."

"Didn't Batman used to be taller?" Bart Allen whispered to Jaime Reyes, as Batman gave the Team their next mission.
"And Robin's gone off to lead some other Team and left some ten-year-old in his place." Jaime huffed.
I'm so sick of everyone not believing that I'm Batman. Dick thought to himself. And being here is just a reminder of Wally. I don't need that right now. Or ever.

"Dick, we need to talk." Barbara folded her arms as she stood in front of Dick, blocking is view of the bat computer.
"There's nothing to talk about." He mumbled, trying to work around her figure.
"You're acting more and more like Bruce everyday." She turned off the screens.
"No I'm not."
"Yes, you are. Just a few days ago you jeopardised the entire Team, just to get a piece of Intel on the Joker." Barbara grabbed both his hands, spinning him off the chair and onto the holo-deck. "Fight me." She ordered, and Dick took up a defensive position.
He aimed a punch at her cheek, but Barbara grabbed his fist, as used his force against him, before sliding her leg under him, easily getting him on the floor. "See?" She said. "You even fight like him. The Dick Grayson I know would've gone straight for my legs." Suddenly, reality hit him like a rock, and Dick buried his face in his hands.

Barbara hugged Dick, as he continued to sob into her shoulder.
"I really am becoming Bruce." He cried.
"You can stop that. Because you're Dick Grayson. You can do anything."