A small one-shot of Dick Greyson when he is all small and cute! Cuteness Guaranteed!
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"But Bruceee you promised!" A nine year old Dick moaned.
"Sorry Kiddo, but I gotta go into the office; I'll promise I'll make it up to you." Bruce said whilst kneeling in front of his charge.
"Fine!" The small boy huffed before giving Bruce a quick hug and scampering away.
Bruce did truly feel bad about breaking the promise that he and Dick made but he was needed in the office. Bruce then left Dick in the care of Alfred.
So while Bruce was in an important meeting in the office his nine year old charge was terrorising the Wayne Mansion.
"Master Dick, I really must protest. Master Bruce will not be happy when he arrives home." Alfred said imploring his young charge to stop.
"But it will make him happy. I'm making it for him Alfred!" Dick said with a 'duh' expression on his face. Dick was stood on a stool in the kitchen, an apron on, flour all over him along with bits of batter, all over the kitchen there was chaos. Some eggs lay smashed on the floor, a bowl and spoon sat on the counter, flour was on the floor and counter, the now empty bag lay on a stool near Dick.
"Now, where's the chocolate?" Dick murmured.
"Master Dick, please, why don't you go get cleaned up and I'll get these finished and everything cleaned up." Alfred said to his delight Dick nodded and jumped off the stool and hurried towards his bedroom and attached bathroom.
An hour later Alfred had just taken the chocolate buns out of the oven and was looking around the mansion for his young charge.
"Master Dick?" He called but stopped when he heard laughter, he walked into the office that Bruce used and sighed when he saw that the sofa and matching chairs had being transformed into a den.
"Master Dick." He said sternly.
It was then that Dick emerged from the den with a smile.
"Yes Alfred?" He said with an air of innocence.
"You know better than to come into Master Bruce's office without his permission." Alfred stated.
"But he always allows me to come in so why do I have to ask?" Dick said with a twinkle in his eye.
"There are chocolate buns downstairs young master, now go downstairs and have one whilst I clean up this mess. We don't want to aggravate Master Bruce when he gets home; he's bound to be tired." Alfred said and ushered the small boy from the room.
Once cleaning the den up, he headed downstairs and was greeted by the sight of his two charges sat eating buns.
"Bruceeee! It's true!" Dick whined whilst chewing on the bun.
"Until I see it Dick I won't believe it." Bruce said whilst smiling.
"Welcome home Master Bruce." Alfred said as he walked in.
"Thank you Alfred, was Dick well behaved today?" Bruce asked.
"No worse than usual Master Bruce." Alfred answered as Dick smothered a giggle.
After dinner Alfred walked towards Bruce's office drawn by the sound of laughter, peeking inside he saw the den had being reassembled but now it had a light inside it and two figures sat in it. Master Bruce and Master Dick were inside.
"Believe me now?" Dick chirped.
"Fine, I believe you. My office is much better like this."
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