Hey guys! I am back, technically this will be my first story. I don't counted the last one, since I threw that together haphazardly and was really just testing the waters. Now I am back and I am going to start writing about stuff that actually interests me. Anyways, as a fair warning this series contains non-sexual infantilism. If you are here, you most likely searched for stories with that specific keyword, so enjoy. If you happened to stumble upon my story, please read anyways! I feel like an open mind is a great for anyone to have, therefore this might be educational or something. Please enjoy! Love you guys :)
This was it. The moment he was waiting for so long, finally came. He was going to tell Bruce exactly how he felt; what he wanted. No… what he needed. He quickly went up Bruce's door, light on his feet. He held his fist up to it and then rethought and drew his hand back slowly. Why am I being so stupid? He is obviously asleep; he only goes to his room to sleep. Even if he wasn't, why am I even going to tell him something that would change his view of me forever?
He heard the light tapping of shoes coming down the hall. Oh crap! It must be Alfred! He quickly backed up from the door and made it seem like he was going to the bathroom.
"Hello there, Master Dick." Alfred said politely. Even though he kept his face well-mannered, Dick knew that he was analyzing his every movement. Alfred seemed to see past any barrier that he put up around the chaos that was his emotions.
"Hi Alfred." He mumbled quickly and slipped inside the bathroom in order to avoid any confrontations, the number of which have been steadily going up as this month wore on. He sat on the toilet lid, marveling how he has been holding it together for this long. This month has been particularly hard on the Dynamic Duo.
Joker escaped three times, and two of those three he had an elaborate "plan" including bombs around the city, hostages and several bank robberies. He even blew up part of the Westward bridge. In between those, Poison Ivy tried to consume the entire city with her fucking plants, and Scarecrow tried to poison Gotham's water supply with Fear toxin twice.
All that without a breath of fresh air in-between…Dick stood up slowly, realizing he'd have to come out of the bathroom sometime. Plus, Alfred will have even more reason to suspect he's up to something. He quickly walked out of the bathroom and went down the stairs for some breakfast. As he walked in the dining room, he saw Bruce already sitting there, reading the newspaper, drinking black coffee and eating a bagel. He gulped nervously and sat down, Alfred coming up to him with a plate full of bacon and eggs, toast on the side. He poked at it a little and ate the eggs.
Bruce finally turned to him. "What's wrong?" Dick looked wide-eyed up at Bruce. It's not that he didn't expect him to notice his slight fidgetiness, but he really didn't expect him to be all that concerned. Bruce was caring and all, but he tended to mind his own business when it came to feelings, so the fact that Bruce had asked this shocked Dick. Recovering quickly, he returned to his carefully neutral face expression.
"I'm fine." His voice shook slightly at the end, hinting that he wasn't alright. He looked away from Bruce, hoping that god would be merciful and let him off the hook. Bruce shook his head 'no'. Damn, I knew it wouldn't be that easy. Once Bruce gets concerned, he doesn't let it go.
"I'm fine, okay? I'm just a little off because we've been fighting crime this whole month." He stuffed a piece of toast in his mouth to prevent a flood of emotions from rushing out of his mouth. He stared at his orange juice hard, knowing full well that Bruce was now giving him an intimating look. Bruce patiently waited for him to look at him. Dick finally broke his staring contest with his orange juice and turned back to Bruce, surprised yet again that his gaze was soft and full of worry.
"Dick, I think we need to talk. You see, I feel like I've might have been pushing you too hard as of late. I can see the stress is wearing you down…Dick, I think you need to take a break from being Robin." Dick looked up, amazed by what had just came out of Bruce's mouth. Never have I thought I ever would hear those words come out of Bruce's mouth. This is so out of character for Bruce...
This wasn't want he wanted. Dick still wanted to be Robin, but he had to tell Bruce what was really going on in order to keep that going…should he? Could he? He choked back a slight sob from the stressful situation he was put in. He was losing control of his emotions fast, he need to get somewhere private. He couldn't face the shame of his uncontrollable outburst happening in front of Bruce. He sucked in a deep breath and managed to get out a rough, "N-n-no! That's not what I w-wanted at all!" He released it all in a burst of air and the walls of his emotions came tumbling down with it.
Bruce came over and squeezed Dick's shoulder, "Then tell me what you want, Dick." Dick turned to him and breathed in quickly in little gasps. Before he could even think he wailed out, "I just want to be a kid again!" Bruce's eyebrows furrowed together. "You are still a kid Dick; I don't understand…"
"N-n-no! I want to be little again, b-buh-before all the bad stuff happened!" Bruce still couldn't make sense of what Dick was trying to said, but could tell he was distressed. "Do you mean you want to go back in time? Dick, time-travel isn't possibl…" "No! I know time t-t-travel isn't possible I want to be little again," Dick reiterated, "right now. As I am r-r-right now." He hiccupped. His wails of frustration turning into sniffles as he took back control of his rampant emotions.
He looked up at Bruce warily, seeing that Bruce was working out that statement. He could practically see the fine tuned wheel of his brain turning along, processing this new information. He looked back down at his plate, suddenly becoming really interesting in his bacon. This continued on for a while until, "Very well." The suddenness of Bruce's statement snapped him out of his intense bacon-studying and he looked up at him. Little did he know, he was going to get what he so desperately wanted.
Ah, so Bruce found out. My original plan for this chapter was for Dick to put it off until the next month(just like me when I told my friend) but I didn't want to bore anyone, so I gave little Dickie a push. Much fluff in the next chapter, plus we get to learn Alfred's new role in this relationship. Till next time my duckies :)