A/N: Hey, I'm new here and this is my first story. So criticism is welcome as long as it's meant to help make me or in other words: Please, do not be too mean in your comment!

R&R please!

Disclaimer: Don't own Batman or the show 'The Batman'.

Chapter 1

"Damn it!" exclaimed Dick Grayson from the garage of Wayne Manor. He stood next to his bike while holding the broken brake. He sighs deeply and grabs his backpack again.

"I hope Bruce has time to put me off at school…" he muttered as he walked towards the kitchen.

Bruce Wayne poured his coffee into his mug, which he needed after a busy night as the crime fighter Batman. "If I want to stay awake during the meeting today, I need more than one mug of coffee." he thought as he stirs in his coffee.

Dick stood in the meantime in the doorway; he watched fascinated how Bruce was desperately looking for some oven mitts so he could get his warm croissant out of the hot glowing oven.

"They're in the second cabinet from the left and then in the third drawer." Dick mentioned.

Bruce glanced at his adoptive son and he frowned. "Why aren't you on your way to school? And you should cycle to school too because Alfred's away with the car for groceries. So what are you still doing here when you have to be on time for school?" he asked suspiciously as he puts on the oven mitts and he carefully takes his croissant out of the oven.

He puts it on his plate and walks to the large breakfast table in the middle of the large kitchen. He sits down on his chair; he picks up his newspaper and ignored Dick's grumpy expression. He wasn't going to spoil Dick by bringing him to school.

"He has two legs and they're perfectly fine" he thought.

Dick also walks to the table and sits down on a chair next to Bruce. "I'd like to cycle to school, but my brakes are broken." he said casually and with a little sarcasm.

Bruce looks up and sighs deeply. Then he looks at the clock and he calculates how much time he has. He sighs deeper as he realizes that if Dick wants to come in time he must skip breakfast and must bring Dick now.

Reluctantly, he gets up and he throws away his croissant. "Come on, Dick, we have to go right now." he said as he walks away to get his car keys. Dick grabs his bag and runs after him.

Once in the garage, Dick crawls in the passenger seat of the Ferrari. Bruce gets next to him and start the engine.

"Thanks Bruce ..." said Dick as he puts on his seat belt. Bruce nodded once in understanding and drove away.

After twenty minutes they arrived at Dick's school. "Thanks for the lift, Bruce." Dick said as he stepped out of the car. "No problem." Bruce responded curtly, he had no desire to talk after he had missed his breakfast.

"Oh, and Bruce ..." Dick said before he closed the door, "Remember that you or Alfred has to come pick me up." Dick mentioned.

Bruce hadn't listened to Dick but had paid more attention to the sound of his stomach growling. He replied vaguely, "Yes, I will do that ..."

Dick nodded and closed the door. Bruce watched as Dick went through the main entrance and after that he drove right past a takeaway and spent the day at the office.

"Master Bruce?" asked the butler when he puts the dinner on the table. "Yes, Alfred?" Bruce asked quite uninterested while he played with his fork. He had a hard and long day behind him with too much paperwork. He could swear that they had to cut a whole rainforest to make all that paper.

"Where is the young master? I looked for him everywhere, even in the attic where he often sits recently. But there no trace of him to be found." he said in a voice full of worry. It was nothing for Master Dick to go anywhere without saying anything to him or Bruce.

Bruce abruptly dropped his fork and slapped his hand in his head. "I forgot him..." he muttered in disbelief. How could he have forgotten something so important, he was the Batman for crying out loud!

"What? You forgot him?" asked Alfred in a now angry tone. "You should be ashamed, Master Bruce. And of all days you forgot him on this special day." he said very disappointed.

Bruce looked at him questioningly, what did he mean with 'special day'?

"I will get him, sir. But do not expect that we are no longer talking about this when I get back, because we will talk." And with that, Alfred walks out of the room and he let Bruce alone with his many thoughts.