This is simply a series of fluffy one shots about Dick and Bruce starting from when he was only little and going until I run out of ideas. If you have any chapter ideas please message me, I own nothing , please be nice rate and review and please please read. Better than it sounds.

Chapter 1 Nightmares

Dick was standing arms stretched above his head , he had just successfully done his solo trick and was ready for the family trick. He was waiting for his mother to grab his hands, just as they had rehearsed. But instead of her coming to grab him she landed in front of him on the floor with a thud, closely followed by his father. The thick red life sustaining substance oozing out and creating ribbons on the floor. Had this been a different situation or a different substance he would have said it was almost beautiful. He just stood there, frozen. Then suddenly the blood was pooling round his feet and being soaked into his clothes and getting deeper and deeper until he was almost completely submerged screaming for help.

Dick woke with a start, it was only a nightmare, it wasn't real. Well, thats not exactly true.

Dicks POV

It's been a week since coming here, this huge house that can't really be compared to my old home. Even the wardrobe was bigger than my old home. At times like this I would have stayed in my parents bed.

It's funny really that you don't realise how much you need somebody until they are gone, and once they are gone you need them more than ever. Looking around the room made me feel worse, it was just so big and scary , and so unlike home, although I suppose this is home now.

I grab the blanket and one of the many pillows and go and lie down in the wardrobe. I cover myself with my blanket and hug my pillow, and try to imagine what my parents would say if they could see me now. Although that just serves to make me feel more miserable. Eventually like every night I will manage to cry my self to sleep.

Bruce POV

I just got back and Alfred has already lectured me about not spending enough time with the boy. I suppose he's right. After I lost my parents Alfred spent loads of time with me so I suppose I should do the same. I find my self stood outside his door, hand on the handle but I don't seem to be able to move. I mean he's probably asleep and I would just disturb him. But then again I can't hear anything even with my heightened senses. I slowly turn the handle and even more slowly open the door, I pop my head through the gap but I can't see him, I walk into the room and look around. But I can't see him anywhere.

My blood runs cold, what if something bad happens to him. I somehow manage to work my self into a panic , how I mean I am usually a very calm person. I try and calm myself getting myself into a panic won't help anything. Maybe he sleep walks, he could be anywhere in this house and seriously hurt himself. While sitting on his bed my eyes catch the wardrobe door which isn't closed as something is hanging out the door.

Alfred wouldn't allow any such thing. I open the door and almost cry myself, it's almost like looking into the past at myself all those years ago. There he is all curled up clutching a pillow as if his life depends on it with tears all down his face. He is just like me ,yet nothing like me. I knew I could trust Alfred I had people making an effort, this poor lad is in a strange new place and doesn't know who he can trust and the person who took him in is never there for him.

Well thats going to change Bruce Wayne will change for this little boy. Now how to let him know and not wake him. Although it seems fate planned this almost as well as Alfred could. The boy woke with a start, but what cut me deep was that when he saw he cowered and started to shake. OK I will admit that would usually make me feel fine with criminals I don't want the child who will be living with me to fear me. I probably look terrifying standing above him like this.

I bend down so I'm kneeling in front of Dick, I was about to ask him if he'd had a bad dream when he beat me to it.

"Please don't send me away, I'll be better I promise and... and "

"Hold on there Dick. What do you mean? I'm not going to send you anywhere , and I'm the one who promises to be better." At this I was lost I had a moment of parenting then I go blank. I look down and pull him into a hug , he has began to cry again. He can cover me in snot and tears if he wants, if it makes him feel better then I will do anything. Clothes will wash and he is more important than anything else at this moment." Do you want to sleep in my bed tonight?" He pulled back looked me in the eyes and nodded.

I picked him up and carried him. "I'm sorry I woke you up " He said sadly as we reached my door.

It took me a moment to realise what he meant, " Oh you didn't wake me up, see still in my clothes I just got in and was checking on you. "

"This late? What have you been doing ?"

What am I suppose to tell him, catching criminals and trying to bring the person who killed your parents to justice so you don't end up like me? But luckily at that moment he yawned as I placed him on my bed, "We'll talk more in the morning when you've had some sleep. I go and get a pair of bottoms and go back over to my bed to find him already sleeping. I crawl into bed for the first time realising just how tired I am. Dick moves closer to me and hugs me in his sleep. Oh great this kid is gonna be a hugger. I hold him close and both of us manage to find a peaceful sleep.

Now I have someone who I want to make the world a safer place for. Maybe Alfred is right this could be good for both of us.