Thanks to everyone for the favs and follows on "Robin To Me" ! The second chapter is already in the works. This story will likely be longer in length and how many chapters in comparison SO YAY I guess! Any who...
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Bruce knew it was going to be an adjustment. He knew that he was going to have soften his grip a bit. Now that…..that Dick had moved to Bludhaven.
The problem wasn't the fact he wasn't seeing his son, OH he was seeing him in and out of costume multiple times a week. The issue that was trying his patience was his first son's attitude.
Bruce sat at the breakfast table, staring at his new ward, a boy named Jason Todd. Jason had been staying at Wayne Manor for about a year now and while he knew Bruce's alter-ego as Batman, he was still training the boy and had not allowed him to take the Robin title yet. Taking in Jason's state Bruce smiled at the boy.
His red hair was sticking in every direction and despite supplying Jason with pajamas, the boy insisted in sleeping in a massive jersey Jason had found when rummaging around. Jason was older and bigger than Dick when he'd first been brought home, but Bruce could still hold the boy in one arm with ease. While Alfred tried to hide it he knew his longtime friend enjoyed taking care of someone again. While at first Jason was suspicious of any affection he was given, the boy slowly was letting Bruce and Alfred give him the love he needed.
Alfred sat a pitcher of orange juice on the table, which caused to Jason to jerk and meet Bruce's gaze with wide eyes.
"Master Jason you've been fading in and out of slumber for a good twenty-minutes. Go upstairs and shower to wake yourself up." Alfred said with an edge of hurry to his voice.
Jason turned to Bruce for support, but Bruce nudged his head in the direction of the staircase. Jason sighed deeply and lumbered his way to the bathroom. Bruce lightly ruffled the boy's orange locs which earned him sour little moan and weak shove to the chest.
Once he heard Jason reaching the upstairs, Bruce turned to Alfred and could tell something was trying his friend's mind. He sat there in silence resisting the urge to push.
"Master Richard is stopping by to use the training room today," Alfred finally let said, turning his head toward Bruce and trying to gage the other man's reaction.
Bruce almost let himself reply "Again, really? ", but valued his composure and trying to keep his confidant as ease more than being snarky.
"What time?" Bruce asked despite knowing Dick would show up right after he got home from work. Bruce wanted to be excited about seeing his son again, but he didn't know if he could hold his tongue if Dick kept needling him.
"He will likely be arriving around the time you return home from the office, sir," Alfred said seeing through Bruce, while he could understand his friend's apprehension and to an extent anger at Dick, Alfred himself couldn't wait to see the boy again. He didn't like seeing the family the three of them had formed falling apart.
Hearing the shower upstairs begin, Bruce stood up not looking at his unfinished breakfast. He was off to Wayne enterprises, but his mind was only going to be on how to make things work with Dick.
Dick had just ended his police training for the day and before anyone could stop him for a chat he was on his motorcycle, ready for a quick commute "home".
Dick knew he could easily work out as his place, or even join a gym. However, he part of him just liked going home. Enjoy seeing his old room, see Alfred, and show Bruce he was an ASS for not supporting him.
The last few times he'd returned to the manor had not been the best. When he come to get his stuff Alfred help him, but was visibly upset at the notation of his departure. Bruce on the other hand was either ignoring him or would send him a scathing remake that turned into a fight between the two. The times when he returned to the Cave or home at led to other incidents such as meeting Bruce's new "ward". While others in his situation would have avoided home all together. Dick however seemed to find a reason to be there multiple times a week, commute be DAMNED!
Dick smirked under his helmet as the landscape Bludhaven's better half began to surround him, he loved put the screws to Bruce. Knowing now that he was eighteen and Bruce wasn't in charge of his career, personal life, or his superhero career made Dick feel giddy! He hoisted himself of the mother bike and leaned his chest back, sighing at how the great late afternoon breeze felt. Da-BRUCE was going to be LIVID seeing Dick home!
Alfred stood in the voyeur clutching his hands tightly in front of him, Master Bruce would be home in minute. Normally this would the least of the man's problems, but today the entire mansion felt volatile. Master Richard had shown up and while Alfred enjoyed the moment in which they greeted each other with a hug, his years of knowing the boy had paid off. He got the faint little smirk Master Richard, the little shift of his eye in direction of Master Bruce's Cave. Alfred attempted to sway the boy towards the question with the offer of some danishes he'd prepared, but Master Richard had known him for years as well and saw right through him. Alfred watched the young master leave with a disgruntled sigh, bowing his head.
Master Jason was upstairs thankfully and Alfred intended to keep it that way. He told the boy he was fed up of him dozing during meals, not a complete lie, and put him down for a nap. While the boy had said "he isn't a baby" Alfred had stood firm and moments later the boy was asleep. The first time Master Bruce's son and ward had met the results were…..unfortunate. Alfred can handle the perils of most situations, but he tries to take steps to avoid more emotionally trying incidents.
Alfred's gaze had not broken from the door while he was in his thoughts and soon enough Master Bruce walked though. Checking a wall clock in eyeshot Alfred made note that Master Bruce was home EARLIER than typical.
"Welcome home sir. Was your day well ? ," Alfred said taking Bruce's briefcase and a few files he was holding.
"Hello Alfred, I'd say it was good, yourself ?" Bruce returned lingering for a moment, eyes scanning for his newest ward.
"My day was fine, thank you. Master Jason is upstairs, I put him down for a nap sir," Alfred replied walking over to the counter to fix Bruce a drink. Bruce stiffened and frowned to himself.
"Did something happen at school ? " Bruce asked both worried for Jason, but also potentially annoyed at the possible headache.
"Not that I'm aware of sir, I just thought with our OTHER guest it best if Master Jason was in his room," Alfred said letting all pretense fall. He put Bruce's beverage in his hand and walked to go return the younger man's briefcase to his study.
Bruce turned his in the direction one of the cave entrances, a grandfather clock two rooms over with a keypad lock. While it was visibly from his stance and face hidden, Bruce could feel his insides twist. If he did not go down and talk to Dick now it would cause trouble later. Setting the untouched glass of juice down with an upset sigh on the counter Bruce walked two rooms over and moved the clock aside, and entered the code 466f72204d79204c6974746c6520526f6269526e.
An upside down smirk greeted Bruce as entered the area of the cave where training took place, in a little alcove was a prestigious gym. Bruce recently had been training Jason here, simply helping the boy improve and hone his strength. Training a former thief to fight crime sounded easier than dealing with his acrobat son. Dick was balancing upside down on one of the side horses with ease, even kicking his legs and humming. Dick shifted his eyes back and forth playfully ignoring Bruce since he'd walked in.
"Dick," Bruce finally said, realizing he'd (like ALWAYS) have to be the adult in the situation.
"Mr. Wayne," Dick said, one of his arms shaking as if about to give out for second as he held back a snicker.
There was so much to unpack about that greeting Bruce decided to let it go for the moment. He sighed inwardly and just shook his head and looked down to meet Dick's eyes. The boy was still upside down and being coy. He'd obviously not been training for much time or intensely. It almost looked like Dick had just come down here, changed, and simply been meandering about. Dick's tank top bright red had been, improperly, discard on the floor leaving the boy with only a pair of…..BRUCE's black and yellow workout shorts on.
"Dick, get down," Bruce said crossing his arms.
"Jeez, fine Bruce," Dick said flipping himself off the side horse, turning in the air, and landing front of Bruce. Dick sarcastically crossed his arms and waited for his…..MENTOR to speak.
"Dick we need to talk," Bruce said, his eyes taking a depressed tint. He hated doing this. No parent wasn't to go talk down and berate their child, especially a boy like Dick who was normally so sweet.
"Bruce, I'm here to train. I didn't come HERE to chat and have danishes with you and Alfie," Dick said uncrossing his arms walking towards a pile of mats.
Bruce could feel his patience thinning every moment, his nostalgia for when Dick was younger being taken over by indignation for his…...former partner's dismissal.
"Richard Wayne!" Bruce said his voice taking on edge that frankly, would scare anybody.
"W-what Bruce? Do you not want me to come up with all the training YOU taught me? "Dick asked rhetorically, turning back briefly towards before sitting on the stack of gray workout mats in the corner of the gym.
"Dick you know darn well being diligent with your training is important, but if want nothing to do with me, Alfred, or Jason, why are you coming here to do it?" Bruce replied taking a few firm strides forward toward the tinier man.
Dick looked up at Bruce from his seat. For a moment his blue eyes had a neutral stance toward them, he was attempting to gather his thoughts. Dick couldn't outright say "I came to show off", Bruce would simply shake his head not take Dick seriously.
"I came here…..," Dick was trained by Bruce Wayne, a man who had multiple of identities. So Dick had picked up a few ways to lie on the spot.
"I came here because I'm USED to training here! Also you know it costs nothing," Dick said pulling on arm over his chest in theatrical stretch.
If Dick and his relationship hadn't become so strained Bruce would almost have believed Dick's fabrication. However, the manner in which Dick had been treating Bruce for the past months was laced with such bitterness Bruce sometimes worried Dick would storm off that it would be the last time he would see his son for a long time . However, Dick always seemed to find a excuse to come back to the manor and needle Bruce. Coughing into his palm and deciding to ignore Dick's immaturity.
"Dick you know-", Bruce started before being cut off with Dick clearing his throat.
"Bruce I'm a bit busy right now, I'll talk to you on by out if I have time," Dick said waving Bruce's direction before turning around to walk toward a corner of the gym.
Like a rope's threads plucking apart, Bruce almost had his wits dashed right then. He watched as Dick turned his back to him and began getting do some warmups as if Bruce had walked out obediently. Held his arms tighter to his chest his mouth sealed shut with all of his conviction. Prior to Dick's little tantrum of independence that escalated in his moving out, Dick would have already been over Bruce's knee by now. While Bruce had problems with Jason since he'd come to live with him, the boy never was this intentionally antagonistic. Sassy maybe, but never hateful. However, Bruce knew that if snapped at Dick now then it would just seem like Bruce had lost all composure. He'd held extended conversations with insufferable debutants for years. He could keep his neutrality while making a point about his son's behavior. Breathing in once more, Bruce spoke up again.
"Richard, I came down here to discuss how you've been acting whenever you return home," Bruce said as he watched Dick pause during his "warmups".
Dick was sitting hunched over, his hair falling just over his eyes and his legs crisscrossed in front of him. Dick waited to scream at Bruce, tell him to shut up and watched as it dawned on his father how wrong he was! Dick knew however just what to say.
"My HOME is my apartment in Bludhaven, Bruce," Dick said standing up and putting his hands on his hips. Leaning his torso out a bit to emphasize the obvious lie.
Another few threads spun from Bruce's patience, not only did that hurt Bruce, but it pained him to know how much such a calloused comment would wound Alfred. He'd raised Dick for eight years. Bruce had kept his son close and loved him in Wayne Manor for years and now Dick was acting like it was simply a place to work out.
"Richard, I don't care if you have moved and are eighteen. You are comments right now and from your past few trips HOME are nothing but immature attention seeking," Bruce said and he despite himself he couldn't help but feel an inkling of nostalgia as he noted the trace of startlement in Dick's eyes.
"If you are under the misguided assumption that you can come here unannounced, trouble Alfred, and make snide remarks to toward me without consequence than maybe leaving college was an even more of a sore mistake than I thought since you have made such a startlingly lapse in judgement," Bruce punctuated his statement moving his hands to his hips.
"asshole," Dick muttered, turning away from Bruce and redirecting his vision towards the floor.
Snap. The last few strands of thread went flying in every direction.
"Pardon me, Richard I didn't hear quite what you said," Bruce's alter ego's inflection slipping into his tone. He heard exactly what his son had said, and there was no coming back from it.
Dick turned back towards Bruce and steeled his own expression tight, he wasn't a stupid little kid who could be intimidated.
"I said you're being an asshole," Dick looked his father dead in the eyes. He took a few steps toward Bruce. He could hold out; he wouldn't let Bruce treat him this way! "I'm out at Bludhaven, while you're telling with small fish here in Gotham! It's selfish," Dick screamed, the echo the cave shaking a few bats awake.
Bruce stood staring down at Dick, he came to Bruce's upper chest, and caught the concentrated looked in his son's eyes. Despite how much Dick had grown he still locked so young, his hair tickling his shoulders making him look even more so. Bruce could tell Dick was trying to imitate the same hardened look Bruce would often conduct himself, but it didn't fit Dick's features. On most people it would make him appear to be a strong and confident young man, however Bruce only saw a bad little boy throwing a tantrum.
Bruce causally reached out slow enough Dick could follow his movements. He put his hands on Dick's bare shoulders and slowly both Dick's hands. He watched Dick look up with confusion in his eyes. In in two quick motions Bruce pined one arm to Dick's side and the other behind his back.
"GAHH," Dick screamed, wanting to smack himself in the head for not seeing that coming. Yet he could not because his arms were restrained
Bruce leaned put his chin on Bruce's shoulder for a moment and said with calm fury.
"I tried to be reasonable Richard, but you don't want reasonable. You don't want me to be treat you like a grown man either it seems," Bruce said pushing Dick towards the pile of gray mats Dick had been needling him from a few minutes ago. Spinning Dick in a quick motion Bruce sat down the mats, his legs together. Once again he quickly spun Dick to face, him the boy physically shaken from being jerked around. The first signs of panic appeared on Dick face, every bit of his Bruce imitation gone. Bruce brought Dick's hand to together he held them tight in his hands, clutching them to his own chest.
"You think I'm selfish Dick, I intend to prove you wrong right here," Bruce removed one of his hands, restraining Dick with one hand now, and pushed on Dick's lower back to push the boy forward. Dick fell forward a bit and Bruce pulled his son more until he was lying on his lap.
Dick was trying to regain composure, but with Bruce it was hard to call out the same strength he could with everyone else in his life.
"B-Bruce," Dick said he voice coming out whiny as he tried to push himself up.
"Don't you mean Mr. Wayne ? "Bruce asked, "Or maybe you meant to swear at me again!" Bruce said before giving Dick a swat to his covered bottom.
Dick's mouth fell open with shock, he was a bit scared with how rough Bruce was treating him, the only relief came when his hands were released. Though it was under cut by Bruce pushing down on his back to keep him pinned down.
"It seems all those times Alfred or I washed your mouth just didn't stick did they Richard, " Bruce said giving Dick five hard swats.
Dick was going to let this happen, he slammed his hands on the mat in front of him and pushed upwards. Bruce however grabbed Dick's midsection clutched it as tight as he could without injuring his son.
"You're just doing this because I didn't want to be Robin anymore and I moved out!" Dick shouted kicking his legs and flailing about.
"I won't lie to you Dick, both of those things hurt me, but that's not the reason I'm punishing you. You getting a spanking because you have been trying to rile me up for months, you swore at me, and you under the misguided belief I not going discipline you when you're acting naughty," Bruce ended his explanation by tearing Dick's shorts down.
"Hey give those back," Dick squeaked trying and failing to thrown one of his arms back to stop his punishment from going to the next level.
"Why should I? They're my shorts, Dick," Bruce said, still a bit baffled that Dick taken his clothes in an attempt to annoy him.
Dick was struggled a bit more and then the first swat on his bare bottom hit. He grunted a bit. It had been what a year since he'd been spanked, this was fucking stupid.
"Bruce stop it!" Dick tried to push himself forward but his father's hold was too strong.
Bruce didn't reply, he simply began the punishment. Seeing Dick struggle over his knee like reminded that in many ways he couldn't take Dick seriously as an adult. That he couldn't hold Dick at arms-length like a colleague at his or office or one of the Justice League members.
Bringing his hand down hard on Dick's backside, moving from cheek to cheek quickly. Dick continued to grunt in pain.
"I'M NOT YOUR AHHHH PARTNER! FUCKING STOP IT!" Dick screamed the sting from his bottom causing the bottled up emotions inside him to shake and froth. He hated looking weak in front of Bruce because he wasn't!
Bruce brought his arm back farther than he hand and slammed his hand onto Dick's sit spots with shocking force. Not shocking in that it he could be that strong, but in how much IT HURT.
"YOU WILL WATCH YOU LANGUAGE RICHARD! You may not want to be my partner, but you are my SON!" Bruce said continuing the punishment.
Dick tried to stifle his displeasure into another grunt, but what came out was a childish whine. He was strong, but compared to Bruce's strength, stature, and demeanor Dick still felt tiny. The realization Bruce could still hold his waist with one arm suddenly made him….feel upset. While Dick had been sinking his nails into the mat's his body has been sprawled on, he suddenly loosened his grip. Dick bit lip and could feel his eyes getting misty. He didn't like this. Dick tried once again to push himself up, this time weakly by his elbows.
Bruce pushed down effortly against Dick's back.
"You're not going anywhere Richard," moving to deliver a few smacks to Dick's lower thighs.
"NNNnnuh," Dick's teeth dug deeper into his lip. The cool air of the cave felt strange on his flaming ass. It then truly dawned on him, couldn't escape, but he didn't think he could take any more of this. His eye widened as he felt the first tear escape. No, oh fuck no.
"Dad please," Dick cried out while trying to look up at Bruce. "I'm sorry! All I did was get snippy today," Dick accidentally lied.
Bruce scoffed before he could stop himself, Dick really didn't get it. He smacked Dick's left check particularly hard in the center. A handprint forming deeper than before. A shrill scream hit every wall of the cave and followed up a descending sob.
"Richard Wayne, do not realize how painful your leaving has been? See the little boy I raised leave me in a huff, feeling like I could have done something to make you stay. Having to put Alfred in the middle of our petty fights!" Bruce stopped the punishment for a moment, he felt his chest tighten a bit. Every moment, every fight they'd had since his little bird had left him rung in his ear.
"Everytime….Everytime you come home Richard I hope this time you'll let me hold you, let me call you my son again. Treat me like you did before things started to fall apart. Stay for dinner or the weekend, "Bruce shook his head, part of wanted to say something that been stirring for a while. He wanted Dick to get to know his new brother.
He knew he was never going to have the tiny little acrobat who kicked Killer Croc in the maw, but cried when he didn't get ice cream again. However, Bruce still wanted his son home. Snarky cop-to-be or not he was always going to his sweet little sunshine.
"Bruce…," Dick tried to crane his neck to gauge if maybe his punishment was over.
"Yet you have made every visit a chore Richard!" Dick's question was answered with three hard smacks to strawberry red bottom.
"You cause Alfred stress because he knows your intentions are to antagonize me, but he can't bare to tell you himself to leave. You make Jason feel worthless with how you regard him. And finally you do everything in your power to try and enrage me." Bruce smacked Dick's ass all through the tirade.
Despite how beaten down he was Dick once again began kicking his slender legs. He wasn't doing all that…..was he ? He was hurting Alfie and making Jason feel bad…...Bruce wanted him home and he was letting him down. He was letting Bruce down. His eyes grew wide with fear at Dick began to sniffle and cough, tears coming out of his eyes with abandon now.
"I never, NEVER thought I would react to the presence of the son I love so much with such distaste! I feel terrible for that Richard, I feel like I've doing a disservice to you as you father," Bruce increased the strength of the spanking, Dick's butt was now growing a dark shade of red in the middle and pink ran down to his thighs.
Dick had his moment of snapping now, however his was not in anger but a fearful sadness. The physical pain he felt cause him to buck without thinking and he kept kicking because of just how much it stung. He was still held tight on Bruce's lap despite the various moods both had felt over the course of the punishment and while he was even trying to escape he couldn't stay still. Dick felt horrid, not just physically anymore. He was flailing and crying like he was having an attack by now.
Bruce looked at down at Dick's bottom, the red was angry and dark now. Giving six more swats to the under curve of his bottom. He released his hold on the boy. Dick shot up almost bumping Bruce in the jaw. He stumbled away, Bruce's shorts around his ankles. However, Dick didn't seem to notice.
Bruce almost reached out to take Dick into his arms. Dick's face was flush, his nose running, and his sobbing continuing despite the spanking having ended. He had not spanked Dick since the boy had moved out and he wasn't sure he wanted Bruce to comfort him like he used to. Bruce cast his eyes toward, almost wondering if he should just leave Dick to right himself.
Before Bruce could even start sitting he felt pressure on both his knees. Bring his gaze back in front of him he saw a shaggy head of black hair. The sobbing having been replaced with little quick breaths.
Dick was kneeling in front of him, hands on Bruce's knees. His son had taken care to let his bottom touch the floor and was shaking trying to balance. Dick then turned his head up and Bruce felt Dick bore into him.
"Daddy, I'm sorry," a few little huffs then Dick shook his side to side and said, "I'm so sorry Daddy!" Dick began bawling harder than he had during the actual punishment. He was shaking like a scared little dog, he seemed to be trying to apologize again as despite his eyes being shut he held his head up.
Bruce looked down, a bit shocked (though he did his best to hide it from his expression out of habit). He thought Dick would want him gone, but it has been so long since he'd since Dick so broken up. With a mix of sniffles and cough Dick open his eyes again and Bruce felt a bit of awe.
Dick's eye wasn't that of an angry and snarky teenager, but the sweet boy he raised. His precious little robin was looking up at him. Without thinking he brought his hand to Dick's cheek. Rubbing away a few of the tears, Bruce brought his hand so he could cradle his little boy's head in his hand.
"Dick," Bruce was looking for the words. However, as he stared at Dick, every bit of the facade gone. He couldn't help himself, he reached down to the boy's sides and hoisted him into a hug.
Dick gasped as Bruce drew him close, he let his head plop down into on his Daddy's shoulder. Despite how good felt to have his Daddy stroking his head and back, the pain on his bottom reminded him of what a brat he'd been. He couldn't even try to stop the tears anymore.
Bruce felt tears on his jacket. He looked down at Dick's red bottom again and then kissed the top of Dick's head. His poor baby. He rubbed his back for a few minutes, letting him hiccup on his shoulder. He would wait for Dick to talk. He'd said what he wanted and he needed Dick's response.
Minutes passed, time was hard to judge in the cave. Especially in deeper parts like the gym/training room. Dick eventually sterned, and Bruce couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Holding him in his arms like this was comforting after the distance they'd built up.
"Dad," Dick pulled back bit so he could look Bruce in the eyes, "I'm so sorry for being such a pain," He looked away, a pout forming on his lips.
"I do like having my own place and training at the academy and…," Dick looked at Bruce again biting his lip, "being Nightwing," Dick whispered.
"But I still miss you and Alfie all the time. I miss you letting me sit your office on late nights and when Alfred used to stoke my head when I got a good score and…," Dick trailed off a little, wheezing a bit.
"Shhh, Dick I hear you," Bruce turned Dick to look at him, he smiled a bit, "Richard Wayne you can come enjoy all of those things anytime. You….You may not be my partner, but you're still my son," Bruce wrapped his arms around Dick waist and helped him to get steady on his feet.
Once he was sure Dick could stand he walked around to his other side, Dick looked a bit concerned.
"I'm going upstairs to check on Jason, I want you come to up when you're ready," Bruce gave Dick when more hug, before leaving his son to collect himself.
Dick rubbed his eyes and nose, sniffling. He needed to find Bruce's shorts.
Bruce exited the cave and walked into the kitchen-dining room, at the table he saw Jason whose hair was once again an orange-red mess. It was almost as if the boy hadn't moved from this morning.
Jason had sleepy pout, but his eyes popped open when he saw Bruce. A little smiled forming
"BRUCE!" Jason ran up and hugged him, "Please Please PLEASE tell Alfred not make me take anymore stupid naps," Jason looked up at Bruce.
"Well you don't seem to mind the extra energy," Bruce said. Jason released Bruce from the hug and huffed. Bruce leaned and touched his shoulders.
"We'll talk about it," Bruce said watching Jason roll his eyes and go back to his seat.
Bruce heard the clock entrance open, Alfred entered from the kitchen holding a plate of pastries. He looked towards Bruce while he held the tray from Jason. Dick came into their field of vision (Jason not noticing as he was still trying to reach for a berry danish). Dick was once again wearing Bruce's gym shorts and now had donned a midnight blue jacket that read "Bludhaven Police". His gaze wasn't pointed in their direction and Bruce was a bit worried Dick was going straight for the door.
However, Dick continued forward and made sharp turn from the table. Before he could realize Alfred had Dick's arms wrapped around his neck, hands hidden in the sleeves. The shock caused Alfred to lower his hand enough for Jason to grab a danish. Seeing this Alfred sighed and set the platter down.
He brought both hands to Dicks and returned the hug. Bruce smiled at them, he looked over at Jason who watched his eyes narrowed a bit. Icing getting and jam getting on his face. Bruce felt a tug at his hand. Bruce looked over and saw Dick was trying to pull him in.
"Jason come here," Bruce said calmly. Jason sat down the treat and slowly walked over. Bruce gripped his shoulder and scooped him up.
"HEY!" Jason yelped as he was smushed between Bruce and Alfred's chests as Bruce let Dick pull him into the hug.
Jason struggled for a second before settling down, Bruce heard Alfred and Dick sigh. His son was back.
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Comments and Critiques are always adored, ALSO that code for the Batcave actually says something. I ran everything through a generator.