Dick was covered in dirt and bruises when he came home that day. His clothes were ripped in a few places and the skin on one of his knuckles was broken. Casually he walked past his adopted father's office, waved to him and then made off for his bedroom. Bruce however, sprang up from his chair and ran to his son, stopping him before he could reach the bedroom door.

"What happened." He asked sternly looking the boy over.

"I got in a fight with some guy at school." Dick answered bluntly.

Bruce wasted no time pulling out his phone and called the school who upon answering reviled that they knew nothing about Dick getting into a fight with anyone and that if it had happened on the school grounds then they would have noticed but even so they would keep a closer eye on the boy until they found out who he had the fight with. 20 minutes later he closed his phone and turned his attention Dick. He took the 13 year old up stairs. He wet down a wash cloth and began to wash off the cuts. Dick winced in pain as he did this.

He pulled out a pack of Band-Aids and put them on the open wounds. The cartoons on them made Dick laugh weakly. He took him back down stairs and sat him on the couch and turned on the TV. Bruce returned with an ice-pack and placed it on Dick's leg. He turned to leave happy to see that Dick was OK now but still curious as to who had started the fight. Well they don't call him the worlds greatest detective for nothing.

The Next Day:

Dick looked both ways. He walked quickly and quietly out of the school.

"Hey Grayson, I'm not finished with you yet." A voice yelled.

He turned around and met a fist to his face. He fell back and winced in pain while blood flowed out his lip. He looked up and saw George, a fellow student and your typical school bully who for some reason picked Dick as his target. Dick staggered to his feet but George punched him in the gut this time. He fell to the ground as a small group of children had gathered around them.

George pick Dick up by his hair and punch him square in the nose. Blood was smeared across his face. George was just about to hit Dick again when the boy got back to his feet and threw a punch that sent George into the nearby brick wall and then falling to the ground clutching his more than likely broken nose in and crying out loudly. Just then the principle and the nurse ran out of the school. The principle gave him a warning look then sent one to George as she picked them both up by their collars and examined them. The principle led them both to the nurses office to be patched up and then left with to go call their parents. fifteen minutes later the first of the parents arrived.

"I'm here to pick up my son." A firm voice said sternly.

Dick was happy when he recognized the voice. It was the voice of his adopted father. He entered the nurse's office and sat down at the end of the cot that Dick was laying down on.

"How you feeling?" Bruce asked

"Crappy." Dick said

"How long has this been going on for." He asked.

"A few weeks." Dick muttered.

"You should have told me that this continued." Bruce said

"I know." Dick said, folding his arms behind his head. "Its just the fights never got this bad, usually I'd fight back and it scare him off for a bit."

Bruce sighed and helped him up.

"Lets go home." Bruce said as he walked Dick to the car.